Your wish is my command.
Anything you demand.
Whatever it takes, will be done.
To bring back your smile,
You sweet juvenile,
Every war that we fight, shall be won.
The moon and the stars,
Only shine at your will.
The wind just refuses to blow.
Minutes turn to hours,
And with sorrow, even still,
The sunset has given up its show.
The warmth of the sun,
Has been forbidden, for one.
The birds chose to sing no more too.
Food has no taste,
And Balloons are a waste,
They’ve quit on the job ‘coz of you.
The world’s stopped rotating,
And the priests aren’t meditating,
They’re all trying to find what’s gone lost.
The life in your eyes,
With which darkness dies,
Just has to be found, at any cost!
“An indefinite strike!”
Say the flowers, and they’re right!
They don’t seem to want anything more.
It’s you we want back,
And the blues we shall sack,
Only then will the waves come ashore.
So a petition, we sign,
To bring back your smile.
It’s life against death in our case.
And honest, we swear,
That when you are there,
The world becomes again, a better place.