A bus is leaving...
left behind is a woman grieving.
Her dark face is wrinkling,
but only yesterday she was teething.
The thick dark smoke left by the bus aggravates her rejection.
Rejected... That’s all she's feeling.
Looking down beneath her feet,
a tattered bag, in it only a sheet.
The sun with its unrelenting heat,
dry's up the tears on her cheeks
leaving long white streaks.
If only she had listened to her mum,
she wouldn’t be stuck with a fatherless son.
All she wanted was a bit of fun,
but now she has none!
What could she do to evade this feeling?
Well, she could try going home
but the road back home is filled with shameful regret
Rejected... That’s all she's feeling.
left behind is a woman grieving.
Her dark face is wrinkling,
but only yesterday she was teething.
The thick dark smoke left by the bus aggravates her rejection.
Rejected... That’s all she's feeling.
Looking down beneath her feet,
a tattered bag, in it only a sheet.
The sun with its unrelenting heat,
dry's up the tears on her cheeks
leaving long white streaks.
If only she had listened to her mum,
she wouldn’t be stuck with a fatherless son.
All she wanted was a bit of fun,
but now she has none!
What could she do to evade this feeling?
Well, she could try going home
but the road back home is filled with shameful regret
Rejected... That’s all she's feeling.
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