Aashish Thakur - A Letter to the War Kids lyrics

Your lukewarm tears are mine, And my bu*terfly laughter is yours, >From the land of flowers and dreams, I like to send chocolates and fairytales And on the wings of fresh air, Fragrance of newly ripe grain, But I can't share your rotten bread like destiny Dancing giggles from village's little school; Bright sunshine future Cold moonlight tenure Are also for you Pearls woven in thread of pain, Please sparkles in my neck And broken words of happiness Please ornament my poems