If life tries hard to give you sorrow
Come to me for happiness borrow
We'll laugh at stupid thing together
And recall everything doesn't matter
We'll cut the papers and fly the kite
Or maybe paint the canvas white
We'll run like we are five or cops behind
And I guess my neighbors would mind
But at the end you'll see its your smile
No matter we traveled hard some mile
And then you'll return to your busy days
One will wait and remember in his prays
That for day's to yet come ahead
You won't be sad when going to bed
Even if you won't ever come back
I won't allow anyone to fill your lack
