The Man
There was a man
Sitting in the park
Head looking up
Tears falling down.
"What do I do now,
I have nothing left
Excpt for myself?"
The man was just
One of those millions
Lucky survival
Of natural calamities.
He lost his wife
He lost his six kids
In just a matter of hours
One day in Ormoc City
In the year 1991.
The man was brave enough
To face his fate
Head looking up
Tears falling down
Thanking the Almighty
Seeking new strength
For a life that is just
About to begin . . .
Sitting in the park
Head looking up
Tears falling down.
"What do I do now,
I have nothing left
Excpt for myself?"
The man was just
One of those millions
Lucky survival
Of natural calamities.
He lost his wife
He lost his six kids
In just a matter of hours
One day in Ormoc City
In the year 1991.
The man was brave enough
To face his fate
Head looking up
Tears falling down
Thanking the Almighty
Seeking new strength
For a life that is just
About to begin . . .
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