Ithaca

Some call me great
Some call me a hero
I won great glory
I heard the Siren song
I kissed the lips of a Goddess
The Fates at the loom wove a new thread
The horror of the Underworld
The fierceness of Scylla
Swallowed by Charybdis
All that I had
All that I lost
You call me a hero?
Hopeless and helpless
Weak and feeble
I cling to this wreck of a ship
Poseidon, my enemy
Torturing me, tormenting me
Burned by the sun
Engulfed by the waves
Battered and broken
My strength fades
I am no hero
Greatness does not lie within me
I am nothing more but mortal flesh
Weeping for a distant shore
Longing for what I do not have