On the subject on longing,
I'm Hades in the summer time, 
Awaiting Persphones return to him,
Pondering,
Wondering,
Where do I fit in 
With you and them,
You shine so bright together,
And me,
So lack luster,
I'll answer the call to arms,
Vastly more in then out,
But your distance,
You stand far apart,
And they shout,
Not out loud,
Dear me, 
Never that,
But deep down I'm breaking,
And this pain in side,
It leaves me quaking,
I'm lost,
Adrift and alone,
Just like Hades,
Underneath it all,
Where do I fit in?