Hera's Song

I am her, Queen on Olympus, mother of all

There is nothing I wouldn't give to my fruits, I'd even gift them the sun

I tend to push things over the top, without me , iron would rust

Even responsibilities that aren't mine are around my neck like a cord

I tend to think and then think, thinking so more, I am always thinking

Then I meddle and try to control from the heavens, self-taught puppeteer

I have suffered the wrath of Zeus, Gaia played her part too

Perseus watched, so I guess he got scarred, possibly. I am not sure

I have dropped every sweat and hard-work, so that Olympus could take this form

Sometimes I feel I have to do all, like i have got to show I am that strong

As a goddess, I tend to hear and talk a lot but listening is my flaw

I throw punches, external parties come, I have to get them involved

Lined my fruits, assigned them to their roles, they better ask no questions

I trust them to take their own path, if only it matches mine

I don't see what I am doing wrong, it's the instinct, is it not?

I deserve a toast with the finest wine, I only take them in a golden cup

I did give Big guy the wheels but I am the keeping gear and the pads

Currency, is the string that's attached to the fleet I command

Then I cry when everything goes south, calculations faltered

All I do, I do it out of love, doesn't matter if it comes with great hurt

Can you blame me? My sibling gods don't eat at the same table

I don't want that for Olympus, even if I have to over rock this cradle

Perseus doesn't talk to me like before

Far away, i feel so out of touch

Zeus is my love, patches or not, gift of swans or not

Love Perseus, Ares and Loki, Athena and Hermes

So what if I am being over controlling if it is done out of love?

Anxiety is in my blood, like traits, I injected it to them all

Oizys comes , interrupting this to tell me " i love you"

Tinnitus, that's what he suffers from cause I always bicker on and on

Like a disease, the anxiety spreads to his body, must have been tough

Now he feels like nothing he ever does would ever be enough

Last I heard, he now visits a guide

Where did I go wrong?

Communication isn't existent

This isn't how I pictured my song