It was a sunny bright day
When I woke up at the bay
I saw many people on the hay
Never minding what they say
I try to find my way
but with that, there was no way.
I saw many people on the hay
Never minding what they say
I try to find my way
but with that, there was no way.
They all smile at me in scorn
Making me to mourn
All around I turn
Waiting for their return
All along they come
Like a mighty storm
Making me to mourn
All around I turn
Waiting for their return
All along they come
Like a mighty storm
They make me feel depressed
Like a lonely mistress
Because of the distress
She refuse to be a seamstress
She exclaimed, Oh! What a mess
Life is like a stinking mattress.
Like a lonely mistress
Because of the distress
She refuse to be a seamstress
She exclaimed, Oh! What a mess
Life is like a stinking mattress.
By Adebayo Moses Adeyemi.
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