Shunned At A Funeral — Talent Show Captain Of The Morning

We have one final act in our annual
Talent show
Ordinarily, I would not permit their
Choice of instruments.
However, as they
Are new to our school and have assured
Me their performance will be restrained
And reverent, I have agreed.
Please welcome Shred Poet Society
When the water rises, you are lord.
When the thunder answers, you are lord
When our strength is gone and the coast is
We will follow where you are
Rise, captain, rise.
The grave could never hold you.
Rise, captain, rise