The myth of Sisyphus

[Verse 1] In the heart of an old rocky hill,A man called Sisyphus lives still.With a force of unbroken will,He pushes a stone up the hill. [Chorus] Roll up, roll down, echoes the sound, In the silence, it's deafeningly loud. One man's fate, in an endless round, In his struggle, we are found. [Verse 2] His face shows a varietal blend,Of despair at a journey with no end.But within him, a message to send,In our struggles, we transcend. [Chorus] Roll up, roll down, the stone has crowned, Sisyphus, by the gods, he's bound. Yet in his task, joy is found, In the futility, meanings are wound. [Bridge] Under the sun, against the wind, He pushes on, the pain within. Yet among the sweat and the din, A smile breaks out on his skin. [Chorus] Roll up, roll down, life goes round and round, Lessons from Sisyphus, profoundly sound. In love with life, firmly on the ground, In the echoes of the hill, his happiness is found. [Ending Verse] So hear the tale, take it near, The struggle, the joy, the passing year. Sisyphus whispers in your ear, Rejoice, my friend, and have no fear. [Ending Verse] So hear the tale, take it near, The struggle, the joy, the passing year. Sisyphus whispers in your ear, Rejoice, my friend, and have no fear.