No thing will ever be same
After your untimely departure from this home
This home that has known no tears
This home that boasts of endless happiness
We have been hit at the most inappropriate point
And the pain eating us we can't stand.
Who will answer our endless questions
Now that you're gone
Who will urge these knowledge seekers
to hold onto what we say
Now that you're gone
Who shall swallow our knowledge
with real appetite
Now that you're gone
Oh, girl, you hurt us!
You see your classmates at the back?
They refuse to eat in your absence
You see your schoolmates in shock?
They refuse to stop crying for you
And we can't console them
We too are broken, damn weak and puzzled
We refuse to accept you're gone
And will never serve you with knowledge again
Oh, girl, you hurt us!
We can't escort you
across the land we can't set a footing;
We can't escort you
yet we cry for you still
But, our beloved, only we pray
That across you journey in peace
Till our train comes
We sure shall meet again!
R. I. P, beloved one of St. Monica's Family.
Now that you're gone
Who will urge these knowledge seekers
to hold onto what we say
Now that you're gone
Who shall swallow our knowledge
with real appetite
Now that you're gone
Oh, girl, you hurt us!
You see your classmates at the back?
They refuse to eat in your absence
You see your schoolmates in shock?
They refuse to stop crying for you
And we can't console them
We too are broken, damn weak and puzzled
We refuse to accept you're gone
And will never serve you with knowledge again
Oh, girl, you hurt us!
We can't escort you
across the land we can't set a footing;
We can't escort you
yet we cry for you still
But, our beloved, only we pray
That across you journey in peace
Till our train comes
We sure shall meet again!
R. I. P, beloved one of St. Monica's Family.
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