You can't see me how my eyes sore
I was a blind man when you fall
My head bowed down to ye
The ground I only see
You left too soon at your last teen
Far, far away there can't be seen
A bad man has no ears
Did you call softly "Pa"
Sure I follow you when time comes
To pay my debts to you, my son
While you rest in your sleep
Both day and night I weep
Till my lungs crack and heart comes out
No one heard but I'm shouting loud
We'll meet again, said I
Do wait for me I'll join
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 4:08 PM UTC
You can't see me how my eyes sore
I was a blind man when you fall
My head bowed down to ye
The ground I only see
You left too soon at your last teen
Far, far away there can't be seen
A bad man has no ears
Did you call softly "Pa"
Sure I follow you when time comes
To pay my debts to you, my son
While you rest in your sleep
Both day and night I weep
Till my lungs crack and heart comes out
No one heard but I'm shouting loud
We'll meet again, said I
Do wait for me I'll join
18 May 2021
In memory of my late son Nanda Phyo Win
who passed away on 1st September 2020
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