Major scale

words& music, balauru

I see the World
With the same eyes
I “smell” the Magic
With the same nose
I go outside
My soul is cold
Look in the mirror
The child is old

And I cry may pain
With flowers
I look at my years
With regret
I just want
To be happy
A few more hours
Yes I want
To be young again

I feel love
With the same heart
I whisper poems
With the same lips
I go outside
My soul is cold
Look in the mirror
The child is old

And I cry may pain
With flowers
I look at my years
With regret
I just want
To be happy
A few more hours
Yes I want
To be young again
Again
Again
Again