A Wife’s Cry

Sometimes I feel,

you love me for real.

But sometimes I get hurt

with your harsh words.

They’re like arrows and swords

that pricks my heart,

and cuts it into pieces.

 

Sometimes you say you’re grateful,

but sometimes you look hateful.

And never wanting me in your life,

wishing I was never your wife.

I love you and I’ll always will.

Even if you brought me to hell.

In this life full of test,

I’ve already done my best.

At night I cry.

My thoughts would fly.

 

Sometimes I would wish to say…

say goodbye and go away.

I loved you but you hated me .

I hugged you and you pushed me.

Kiss you is all I want to do,

wish you would kiss me, too.

But it never happened

you pushed me away, instead,

and heard you wishing I was dead.

How it hurts to see my man

searching for another woman,

seeking for another hand.

He’s laughing while I weep,

my bleeding heart, I couldn’t keep.

 

What if you just let me go?

Then I will, if you say so.

Why would you hold me back?

As if you wanted me to stay.

Why would you cry,

if I give it a try?

You make me feel confused.

Though I wanted to refuse.

I hate you ‘coz I loved you

and you tell me you love me, too.

It doesn’t show in what you do.

 

“What do you want?”, it’s a wife’s cry.

“What should I do?”, to God I pray.

I wish you would change,

be a responsible man someday.

Seems everything’s not enough.

For my efforts you only laugh.

My heart’s cut into half.

You say that you’re happy.

But you end up cursing me.

What seems to be the problem?

I couldn’t figure out.

I know what I believe in,

I know I served you well.

I gave you everything.

All the things that I have,

and all the sacrifices .

Because it’s you that I love.

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