Make My Granny Travel Back......Please!!!

You Granny and Time Travel-The Sequel

There's no more stories,I have realised all fables and tales,

Have come a long way,have gown old enough to see how legends fail.

All those stories of yours,heroics and changing characteristics

It's all fading away,it's been too long,the thing between us,there's no statistics.

Well,I remember those glory days,my favourite story days

Granny,me and how she used to bring you there,on her stage.

You killed the devil,you fought the evil,and for everything you stood for

I loved it,the ride,with you and Granny,wanted it forever and more.

But,years later,time has got better off me

I have grown old,Granny older,me away from Granny.

She is falling sick,talking less,living life like a mess

And your stories are gone !!! Even if I stress...

She is just happy to see me ok,big guy,earning money

I don't give a damn,I want her back my old Granny,my sweet honey

Can you do it,that thing,your thing,can you make her travel back

Back to past,to let it last,last longer,without any blocks and checks.

Back to Granny's Courtyard,to the humming birds and paper cards,

To her lap,and thousand stories,add some more,just to fill the gap.

People saying she will be gone sooner I think,I'm a broke man....life's on the brink

She made us meet each other,she is the string,else we are the two ends of a line,there's no ring.

She made me believe on you,that exist

But,since then,I have grown up,now almost an atheist.

So what do you say,it's your game now

Take me back,bring her back,promise me! take a vow!

You, Granny and Time Travel

The seasons take me back, back to days of divinity

I don't know the reasons why they take me back, back to those distance of infinity.

Why would a scorching summer be extra harsh on me, I ask

Why would the madding clouds bash me a little more, I ask

Why the autumn summons me with the Equinox, I ask

Why the Spring speaks too much,and doesn't listen to me, I ask

And I keep asking, a lot more about a lot of things

How can't you see the falling leaves, can't listen when the cuckoo sings.

Isn't this everything your game, my granny says everything carries your name

And you are special, you let others' claim, your share of shame and fame.

Granny says you were there before when we weren't here

Much before that too, even when there was no water and air.

I just gotta question, how can you do it, travelling with time,

Don't you age, We all die! now that's a crime...