Thalia's Song (Muse of Comedy)

Thalia’s Song
(The Muse of Comedy)

Crying softly, on her bed
Her soul is battered
But is not dead
The words were heavy leaden chains
They’re gone now
But the pain remains
A tear stained face raises up
A song begins to rise
And defiance burns with fury in those crying eyes
Singing softly, gentle and strong
A tune to all who have done her wrong
    “The day will come
                My great comedy
     The battle won
                A true love will stand with me
     Tears of pain I cry now
                They do not understand
     I spit on your torture
                Throughout your tired land
     Mankind will not get it what it wants to see
                This hurting little girl
     Will not fall for thee.”