In the night,
You came to me,
When the city lights,
Dazzled me,
Dazzled me,
A simple girl,
from the village in the east,
from the village in the east,
A rustic girl,
from the highlands
from the highlands
New in the big city,
Away from home,
Away from home,
In the ways of the city,
Not wise.
Not wise.
Into my eager,
Receptive heart,
From your lips,
Words fell like pearls,
Receptive heart,
From your lips,
Words fell like pearls,
Like the diamonds,
From my home.
From my home.
By your pregnant wallet,
I was blinded,
I was blinded,
Like waste paper,
Money you rolled out
Money you rolled out
The ground in me welcomed your seed,
But when the fruit sprouted,
You were not there anymore,
I just stood there alone,
Holding the baby and broken shards of my heart.(c) P. Chidavaenzi, 2010
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