O Minerva....

Does she cry? Does she sleep?
Does she try to rest a while?
Wise stood Minerva in the sea of wisdom,
At times Achaea, at times Medica…..
She gets tired of playing the roles ;
Prisoned in seals, glued in art,
And bound in statues she fights to fly,
Prayers hurt her, 
Worship makes her heart bleed …
She, the goddess of a thousand works,
Cries aloud to be free…
Minerva swam the length of the Nile
And saw a silent Neferiti worshiping Aten..
Jealous was minerva for a while
Whom would she turn to
To bow her head?
O Minerva, O minerva,
A name that flows like a breeze at night..

Have you been loved by a Romeo ever ?
Juliet will not envy you Minerva;
Romeo will stand in awe, she knows…
What makes you cry Minerva?
What makes you sad?
All stand in expectation and respect,
You are untouchable, unreachable..
Do you miss the life on Earth?
Do you miss being cared for ?
Who wipes your tears Minerva?
Where do you rest awhile ?
No friends to share a secret with„
No foe to take out all your vice…
Rain is afraid to touch your emotions
And the moon hesistates to caress your face..
Nights fear to love you Minerva,
And the day bows when you come…
Don’t you want to be among us Minerva?
Don’t you want to feel alive?
Come down and be with us Minerva,
And just feel the beauty of life…