The Road of a Monk.. Paper flowers they seem now, The Road of a Monk.. Paper flowers they seem now,

For I have seen heaven For I have seen heaven

You lose them as you pick up the broken pieces. And begin your life anew. You lose them as you pick up the broken pieces. And begin your life anew.

We trapeze between life and death, The net below our grave, We trapeze between life and death, The net below our grave,

Why lie cold and with face covered, my little boy, In dark you lie, while I sit by your side, Why lie cold and with face covered, my little boy, In dark you lie, while I s...

What lines on the same, Stands the test of time, What lines on the same, Stands the test of time,

If only God would fill each soul with an awakened sense, of humanity. If only God would fill each soul with an awakened sense, of humanity.

When a poet's death became his life. When a poet's death became his life.

I lay on the grass, in pensive mood, Soaking the smell and sound of wilderness, I lay on the grass, in pensive mood, Soaking the smell and sound of wildernes...

When the bough breaks.. In a chilly winter morning, When the bough breaks.. In a chilly winter morning,