The Magician

Give me a bond of colours. And I would make make you a butterfly. She'll glare you tomorrow, When you close your eyes. Give me a piece of sun ray. So that I can give you a sky, Where Seagulls will greet you, And you will feel the feeling high. Give me a humans heart. I will give you a mother's love, Who lost her son in war And seeks him in the morning stars. Send me a good-will wish I will teach you how to pray, For the ones who had gone For the one who would you come, For the one who to love To spend your day. Give me a tress of blond hair And I will give you an angel. Who will love you all the way And be with you with all the moments to share. Give me the look of your eyes. And I shall feel your pain. And ease you with my gifted hands. All this wont go in vain. Give your tiny fingers And I shall take you 'there,' Where the wind comes with the smell of crops That will blow your shiny hair. There you'll greet me. And all your friends would care.