Hello. Thank You. Good-Bye.
Are words I have to say to get your attention
Not because I have to but because I'm paid to
If you only knew how people preseve you
No need for rudeness or attitude
You might just say use manners with the people who matter
With the people who know more than you
It's their job They are suppose to
And if they don't talk to untrained management
Knowledge comes from the top not from the bottom
You get what you give is the Universal Rule, so
Hello. Thank You. Good-Bye.
It's just out of Common Courtesy since you weren't raised in a barn
There's nothing more left to say
You'll go on ignoring me anyway

Spring! evergreen lustrous eyes
Kiss the carnal pleasure of the time.
Make a wink to those hypocrites
who legs behind your ancestor,
pulls her back into the graveyard.
Invite them to see your full-fledged youth.
Poke them to praise your eternal beauty.
Right them by derogationg their blind notions,
Your ancestor was not died.
Make them understand,  she was busy with Demeter
Tell them, she was preparing you to greet Persephone.
Aware them, strom comes after a profound silence.
Grow them up giving a sense
You are nothing but the ofsprings of your ancestor
Who suffers the pain to preseve you,
To protect you from cold and mist,
Dark and deep into a shell.
Tell them your youth is a blessings of her sacrifice.