Oh, how I miss my childhood fights br No ill-will and free of all spites br No malice or predetermined notions br Just a few simple basic emotions br If I dislike something, I will not play along br If I like it I must have it regardless of who it belong br I'll cry my heart out if I cannot have my ways br But nothing for long in my heart stays br Every time I am beaten and am down on the ground br Will get up, dust my clothes and like a ball rebound br Everything will be forgotten there and then br We'll have a hearty laugh and be friends again br Oh, how I miss my childhood fights br No ill-will and free of all spitesbr br Vikas Sharmabr br