and gathered her tears 

in a tiny glass bottle 

that held all of our fears

 

She begged and she screamed 

for our aid in escape, 

her home was above;

not here in a cage.

 

But with leaden hearts,

We carried on

The man of the Styx was already gone

We wailed and cheered as night passed us by

And we looked for life and wondered why?

 

Persephone' s tears got rid of our griefs,

It freed us from ailments and silly beliefs,

But if for nothing more than my selfish ways,  

I wish they left love, the silliest belief  in the heart of man,

So perhaps I could love you once again.