Weep not dear
Whatsoever your heart be troubled
On your side, nobody seems near
The world distress more doubled
Kindly do not cut your breath
You may hurt my heart

Live long to see tomorrow
On how pleasant may seem
There would be no sorrow
No thesaurus dream
Your life be good
Wherever you rise and sit

Forget your heavy thoughts
Clear your mind today
Free all the fear and doubts
Forgiving those who wished you evil day after day
When you almost sunk
They praised for that chance

Now remember your beloved being
Not anybody else “Francis, the singer”.
He wrote hundred letters for your ring
He sang hundred songs in sorrow and laughter
All to have you live
Your dream and vision to achieve.