I.P. minus x and z

Aberdovey let me be
Belong I by the sea
Cloud waves to foam of sheep
Down the seagulls shout to me
Eerie warnings and secrets
Full of pain cries fed up of keeping
Got to tell someone shared the burden
Heard by the earth
Into the reeds
Just a plant no-one will listen too it seems.

Killed and turned into a whistler of the wind
Listen, the music sounds like seagulls cries
Music of a pipe is hiding messages beneath
None on land can hear
Only mermaids know what lies
People of the coast no longer safe
Queen of the castleshore hear their warning
Race the ocean to the walls, make the calls
Soon the land is flooded in

Take a lesson from an old story
Understand the whispers of the earth
Very soon there could be another warning
Whether anyone will hear it future find me
X is a line in which, my story doesn't fit
You can criticise because its what you make of it
Z tell me again have I let you down.