The father of my child
Has disappeared from our lives
Everybody wants to know
When last I saw him.
My mother asks me all the time
My friends ask me too
They want to know the answer
I am too ashamed to speak out.
Now he is no longer with me everywhere
He runs away when I appear
Turns into another street and took a corner
When I needed milk for the baby.
My mother is the provider
She gives me her market money
To buy food for the baby
A soul from God cannot starve
While she is alive.
Shame on you to throw away
A boy like this one
He will grown and look for you
He is yours today and tomorrow
When you sober up come and do
What is needed of you.
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