At first the day comes with more,
then with a marsh morning to light.
It unleashes sadness from sun-set to night;
And when all has been laid down;
at first,it all seems as a lie,
While the brain thinks it down;
And the heart is left to feel the pain.
Parents gone,Parents gone!
It comes to little more,when i fondly ask;
And for i knowing i won't be replied.
To whom i was to give offense?,
for i to be an orphan?
There where i,with my bewildered and
thirsty hopes;
And so i kneel to search for my soul.
Not after-long,i finally learnt it for myself,
from whom i truly believe;
When all my days are dark and light.
'God placed every soul on this soil
to serve therewith their make and to
each He posted time to live.
And not after long to Him they shall return.
Parents gone,Parents gone.
ART THAMANDO
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