Lemon army

When lemons gather around your soul
Convince them to be sweet.
Tell them you won't turn sour anymore
Invite them to have a seat.

Recount your tale of a previous battle
When an army of lemons won.
Exaggerate to convince them and yourself
That those dark days are done.

Within the Trojan Horse warriors hid stealthily
Wanting to destroy.
In the guise of a perfect gentleman
Lemons mimicked the ploy.

Stumbling through the bloodshed grounds
Medusa saved your soul
You would have cried new oceans and rivers
Until she turned you to stone.

So now you welcome a life full of lemons
Whether they are sour or sweet.
It makes no difference to a woman of stone
For there could be worse fates to meet.