myths of old

See how Sisyphus climbs up the hill
Rolling his boulder until
He reaches the top and looks down upon the plains
And when night falls, the boulder rolls back down again
Are you happy, Sisyphus?
Or are you like the rest of us?

See how the ocean wind fills up the sails
As the soldiers exchange their epic tales
They sing "oh, the gods have brought me victory"
But there are terrors upon terrors in the sea
Are you home yet, Odysseus?
Or are you like the rest of us?

Oh I know you miss the sunlight
And your mother's gentle hands
But you're in the darkness, underground
As snow befalls the land
But I know one day you'll be there
With the flowers and the trees
Oh Persephone, you're just like me



Credits
Writer(s): Pepi Mercado
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