Standing in the midst of the narrow world,
With Comrades all around,
Soaring for the sky, High above,
Reaching for the sun, Blessing the world.
Came a sudden gusts of Wind,
That flung my wings apart.
My eyes dimmed, My Heart dropped,
And my Blood freeze,
For, the Voice from the rang, proclaims
‘My Father left for Thy Mighty land’.
I couldn’t conclude….
Why it was him to leave?
Why it was him to go?
Then, I realized………
He was our only treasure,
Whom, The Heavenly Father had gifted,
But now, Had taken back,
For, He worth The Heaven, The place of joy.
Months and years, Days and nights passes by,
His sweet memories remains by,
Don’t know, when will it fades,
Thinking of him, brings tears to the eyes.
Pray to meet him one day,
The day I don’t know when,
I’ll clasp his hand, Never to part again,
In Thy Mighty land.