David Krasik, Ilya Krasik's son

My heart can't believe it,
my father is dead,
they say he is there,
in that dark wooden bed.

My heart can't believe it,
my dad isn't here,
he went up a mountain,
like he had nothing to fear.

My heart can't believe it,
he fell and he died,
I saw the coffin today,
that's when my heart cried.

My soul can't accept it,
the man was so kind,
so why did it happen?
There are no answers to find.

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