Words by a practitioner in China, composed and sung by a practitioner from the US
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Please Hear Several Words of Mine
Mom,
Tomorrow I will leave home,
To say several fair things about Dafa,
Maybe I will never come home,
To count your white hairs.
Mom,
Please wipe away your tears,
From a very young age you have taught me to tell the truth,
Dafa has taught me "Truth-Compassion-Tolerance,"
And taught me how to be a good person.
Mom,
Please don't worry about me,
Since ancient times there has always been a price to pay for truth,
I am not afraid of the difficult road under my feet,
No matter how many tribulations I may forbear.
Mom,
Please hear several words of mine,
Fame and power is not what I treasure,
I just want to have a bright heart,
I will not fear any violent storm.
Mom,
Allow me to call you "mom" one more time,
How could life go against the cosmic Dafa?
To save the lost sentient beings,
I am not afraid of sacrificing anything.
Mom,
You have endured hardships to raise me,
To uphold righteous Fa I'll go to clarify the truth,
When you see the plum blossoming in spring,
Mom,
Please be proud of me.
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