GOD SPEAKS...

Give me a chance son, I just want to heal you,

Give yourself a chance son, Love shall truly find you.

Father you call me oh father you call me

But love me so vain,

Mere charade I am for you, In your sinister games.

Give me a chance son, give yourself a chance…

Don’t die in my name son, 

I feel so guilty.

Your father’s pretty strong son, Shall defend his identity.

Give me a chance son, give yourself a chance…

You killed to build me a home son,

But I don’t need so many.

 Ayodhya , Mecca, Jerusalem, I ain’t living in any.

Give me a chance son, give yourself a chance…

You write reams and reams son, 

But I don’t read so many.

Call it Koran, Gita or Bible, My word is love only...

Give me a chance son, give yourself a chance…

I asked for nothing son, 

You made me your god.

Now don’t distort my message son, I refuse to be your pawn.

Give me a chance son, I just want to heal you.

Give yourself a chance son, love shall truly find you.