Return my childhood,
Where did you take it away,
No more can I withstand the harsh blows of this wicked world.
Like a timid rose that grows on the thorns,
Where is this gentle world I saw?
Where is this gentle world I knew?
Gone, gone away in the past..
Can anyone get it back to me?
The world I saw was big enough,
Now I know its full of roughs and tough.
The joy, laughter, the love I had got ..
I demand it back again..
Can anyone rekindle the spirit of childhood in me?
No, its gone away with the wind, to the far off land,
Leaving me in the state of remorse,
To stand it till my life’s course….