In that deepest despair I once knew so well
And when the spring arrived I lost my child
So I buried her on top of a deserted grave
A Monk nearby, to himself he just smiled
He could read my not so transparent eyes
Silence prevailed all around him and I
Nothing except it was his greatest lie
How he had really wished for wings to fly
How abandoned & ancient this feeling was
That dying emotion of that passion once
The door behind me had now been closed
Separated from the memory of my loved one
Imagine those secrets the Monk must have
Sorrows & sadness hidden under that serenity
Here's my soul caught up in materialistic affairs
His is so clear with endless layers of purity
I bid my final good bye to my unborn child
The cruel God had written a destiny in a haste
The breeze might make my child feel cold
For she is dead, a precious life gone to waste
His eyes converse, you have it wrong my dear, I say
My womb shall be empty, You won't know the pain
I've screamed my share of screams so you know
But I shall wish you well until we meet again
The peace he has, I'll never have
His eyes say adieu, that's the last call
Envy was in every drop of my existence
For he was the Monk who had it all
