Remembering childhood days before death
When the sun in the sky..
Bright days are in my life...
But after sometime it sets to the west; why
Am I born, to face strife..
Oh, I am again in my springtime,
In a lifetime of love and care,
I was in my, father's sheltering roof. what a time!
When,...
Bright days are in my life...
But after sometime it sets to the west; why
Am I born, to face strife..
Oh, I am again in my springtime,
In a lifetime of love and care,
I was in my, father's sheltering roof. what a time!
When,...