Oh Monk
Your mother and father have both passed away
But you had good friendship relations...
You are young but your life made you find the way
That was full of hardships and tensions...
You'd been going so long, you were full of dreams,
All work that you did was so tiring...
To tell you the truth, my soul is full of sins
But I can't resist the admiring!
Oh monk! My song is dedicated to you
Because your heart has been immortal!
Oh God! Please, let his soul fly straightly to You
When he dies... Please, gladden this orphan!
I'm proud of you as you could spare all things
That will spoil next generations...
I'm proud 'cause you are not so rich as kings
But you have the other posessions:
You're able to worship for those who are kind
And those who are cruel and wicked...
You're able to wish every time in your mind:
"Be blessed everybody who need it!"
Oh monk! My song is dedicated to you
Because your heart has been immortal!
Oh God! Please, let his soul fly straightly to You
When he dies... Please, gladden this orphan!
Copyright © Inna Ayrapetova | Year Posted 2017
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