Gaylord Munemo (20 May 1991 / Masvingo)

The rain you poured my almost lover,
The pain you caused my almost lover,
Washed away the love I knew,
Bringing a new feeling all together,
Having you was losing you instead,
Yet losing you never having you indeed,
Should I go or shall I stay,
Should I sink or shall I swim,
It was me and my pending decision

I sat down in the fields at night,
Should I make my thoughts actions,
Should I hand you in by the hand,
Or should I bring you close by my hand,
The realisation haunted the poor me,
My agony, a man in a valley
Should I run or shall I tire
It was me and my pending decision

I thought I saw a lady brought to life,
She was pure, perfect and awesome
Losing her while laying closer,
Nature spared me her pure love,
Should Stop and stare,
Or should I move and act,
It was always me and my pending decision

To be the great builder of the pillar,
A career of a houseless man,
Building a house without refuge,
So was I with the lady,
Holding what could end not being mine,
Should I hang the boots and quit,
Should I walk this Journey I have started,
Its me and my pending decision