I wish I was a child again,
Nestled in my mother's arms.
I long to hear "It'll be all right,"
As she gently strokes my hair.
'Cause grownup problems can seem too tough.
Hard to face them on my own.
I wish I was a child again,
Nestled in my mother's arms.
Is having too much time on your hands--
Too much time to think--
Too much time to remember past hurts
And to wish things could be different.
Too much time spent alone,
Staring at these four walls
With too much time to think,
To remember past hurts
And to wish things were different.
Got to rid myself of this insanity.
I'll busy myself with a flurry of activities
And seek the companionship of my Arati ji
She'll tell me time heals all wounds,
But for now I'll still cry--
When I have too much time to think
And remember past hurts,
Wishing things are different but still the same
Yet i know that nothing lasts Forever And i'll begin my life with Arati all over again
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
