Aphrodite, Free Me!
Born in the foam
A beauty unknown
Golden apple, a choice
Lovely Lady hear my voice
A battle like Troy
My heart doth deploy
Self love I do seek
Please, goddess, help the weak
Paris loved Helen so
For that love my heart doth grow
Raging war for ten years
Aphrodite, dry my tears
Paris dead out of sight
Now I finally see the light
A twist in fate, doth she desire
A love alone she knew once prior
Helen free from love at last
My heart rejoices in hope it cast
Aphrodite now turned a friend
A broken world they do amend
A chance for me to make anew
All this pain I can undo
The world is waiting for its hour
There’s no escape from woman power
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