The Monk Who Had It All

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