HOLLOW

PLOT POINT: Demeter grieves the unexplained loss of her daughter

All grief is mine and I am hollow
I’m parched with pain and cannot swallow 
I dress myself in shrouds of shadow
And lay my head up on the ground

All grief is mine and I am hollow
I hold no vision of tomorrow
My child has wandered to the meadow 
And now is gone gone gone gone
And now is gone

For others Joy
For other Light
For others Peace
For others day will follow nigh
For other golden is the flower
For others Fate on them has smiled 
For others hope
But not the mother without child 
But not the mother without child

Gone gone gone gone gone

All grief is mine and I am hollow
The field was ripe but now is fallow 
I dress myself in shrouds of shadow 
And lay my head upon the ground 
And lay my head upon the ground