The Price Of Joy
I stand alone
Since morning until midnight
Wailing
Hands shaking in cold
Life held in distress
Joy and laughter
Where on earth are you
Where's your home
What price are you?
Had you been sold
I would buy in plenty
Had you a sister
I would marry her
My desire always in you
Come home dear
I would grab you
Tightly shall I hold
Never to wander apart
Francis Omariba
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