I fear
When she wakes up
I’ll be long gone
The warm love will be cold
Who will worship her?
Pray on the ground she walks on
Embrace her femininity
For I’d be swept away by floods
Somebody wake her up!
Point her to the direction of the clock
For it’s getting late
And this bus is about to move
When she sees that I loved her
I’d be answering my sins to God