Troubles weigh me down,
They come to haunt me at dawn,
None knows my pain,
With smiles, it seems I gain.
Trousers also cry,
But their faces look dry,
At work, we take pills,
Just to pay our bills.
Responsibilities are like albatross,
Hanging on our necks like cross,
At night, I question fate,
It seems like I lack faith.
Men are troubled,
But seems like they bobble,
The onions are too heavy,
At night we lie heavy.
Chi-chi places her demand,
But I try to reprimand,
School fees, at hand,
And we need a land.
Thoughts keep me awake at night,
In darkness without light,
Should I end it?
No, I will fight it.
What becomes of the children?
The church will frown, even the brethren,
It\'s my cross,
And I will look up to the Cross.