I’m on the cross
Receiving my part of nails
And ready to die for love
Because I committed us on the altar
Till death do us apart.
Now it’s till your hands do us apart
The thieves on my side whisper
Be patient, stay for the children
My neck is choked
I said you are taking my breathe away
I didn’t mean choke me to death
I was in love with you
Now am choked violently
And blood is trickling down
I can’t help myself
My hands are tied
Was told divorce is wrong
My blood won’t accept me again
But now I’m taking my last breathe
Dying for the wrong person.
Nancy Mutheu
Dying for the wrong person, sad enough