I woke up one day by chance,
And told that you're gone,
And to make it worse,
They said that someone killed you.
I was not in good finance,
I borrowed a loan,
And used all the purse,
Just to know what you went through.
In that coffin you shed shed tears,
It was true,
And you suffered all these years,
No good chew...
Stress! Betrayal...
All in the morning,
Shameful portrayal,
The strike of hunger though farming.
I remember taking me to the school,
Now I'm educated and longer a fool,
Now I got a job, a wife and children,
And I miss you mom...
My life is vengeance-ridden.
Now the man you claim
To be your sweetheart,
Is busy tearing all your children apart.
All he knows:
'My children send the money'
And he thinks that all the time
We find it funny.
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