You
What could I do to make You see?
What should I do to make You hear?
What must I do to make You feel?
What would it take to make You know?
I refuse to see the sun,
For I always thought that You are brighter…
I refuse to feel the wind,
For I always thought that You are breezier…
I refuse to hear the song of the sea,
Because You are the melody in me, my dear!
Now somebody please tell me…
What could I do to make You see?
What should I do to make You hear?
What must I do to make You feel?
What would it take to make You know?
Deeyah
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