All we ever wanted was joy,
So that when we are with a relative
We can as one share a toy;
Deep down in us, this was sensitive
All we ever wished for was happiness;
Knowing fully well that we are family,
We could as one facilitate goodness;
An interloper must then be too silly.
Days of the old!
Do bring unto us again,
That which we childishly sold;
Let us again feel the gain.
show unto us the right pathway,
That we may not lose our way.