That single knot that ties your flair.
I'll choose my fate on pain that's near.
That tear that drips and rolls down there.
Am too afraid of being compared;
To one whose choice would bring despair.
Chance will happen to a woman who bears,
The pain of birth on love that's shared.
I raised my hope on things not clear.
Thought I was free from bliss so near.
Worry is a cause we know we can't dare.
To bring her home you'll have to show care.
I'll write the name on that strand of hair.
The strand that sings and jumps,
my dear.
my dear.
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April 2018, Oasis, Nairobi
