Sangweni Brian Riise
When You Miss Me
My feet have made me to follow my mind,
Where I thought I'll sweat for you sweetheart.
Work with my hands,
And sweat for a sweet life.
Yet I sweat, but the sweat never soothe my heart,
Instead is my heart that sweat.
My hands can't do the labour,
They were so used to hold you.
My eyes complain of the same fate.
Everything in me miss you.
My heart insisted, and have left me to be with you.
When you miss me,
just know I miss you too.
Maybe I should have kissed you before I left,
Or holding you perhaps would have made matters better.