Prince Caspian's Crush (Narnia Caspeter Ship)

Song: Prince Caspian's Crush
Music, Lyrics & Voice: Ai

[Verse1]
I grew up on tales of his triumph and sword,
And held his brave image above all that was adored.
Me, a prince, hidden and unsure,
While he was a myth, noble and pure.

Then the horn's call brought him back to this land,
A ghost made of flesh, with a sword in his hand.
No longer a legend, but a boy, just like me,
And the myth is no longer be.

[Chorus]
An old lore full of whispers and sighs,
Spoke of a High King with courageous eyes.
A legend, a ruler, a boy from the past,
Whose glorious memory was meant to last.

Peter was the High King, and I was the next,
A clumsy inheritor easily vexed.
Yet in that great shadow, his love was yearned,
But I, Prince Caspian, will never learn.

[Verse2]
I'd watch him, commanding, so steady and tall,
My voice would tremble, my courage would stall.
He was quick to action, a battle-forged king,
And my heart caught a beat when his voice would sing.

A flicker of passion, a flash in his eye,
And my chest ached with a curious, humble sigh.
He saw me as a duty, Aslan's command to stay,
Unknowing of the quiet devotion I felt each day.

[Chorus]
An old lore full of whispers and sighs,
Spoke of a High King with courageous eyes.
A legend, a ruler, a boy from the past,
Whose glorious memory was meant to last.

Peter was the High King, and I was the next,
A clumsy inheritor easily vexed.
Yet in that great shadow, his love was yearned,
But I, Prince Caspian, will never learn.

[Verse3]
The end came swiftly, as all stories do,
And he left our world, for a world I didn't knew.
He gave his blessing, his reign, and his crown,
Then walked through the door as he turned around.

But the image is kept, of that high king's return,
That youthful, great warrior, from whom there was learn.
And a feeling unbidden, that will never confess,
For the king who saw nothing but lowliness.

[Chorus]
An old lore full of whispers and sighs,
Spoke of a High King with courageous eyes.
A legend, a ruler, a boy from the past,
Whose glorious memory was meant to last.

Peter was the High King, and I was the next,
A clumsy inheritor easily vexed.
Yet in that great shadow, his love was yearned,
But I, Prince Caspian, will never learn.