Church a holy place to be
In front for everyone to see
This was her place, in the wooden bench
Now it makes perfectly sense
She looked at me, with mixed emotions on her face
Actually it was with utmost disgrace
I couldn’t understand, maybe it was because I was late
Next to her glaring at me was her sister, her best mate
Concentrating on church was hard
But I’ve tried my best from the start
Snap out of it, church is on
Oh my word, it’s actually done
She stood in the bench waiting on me
This I could clearly see
She took my hand, said Merry Christmas and my name
This is such a shame
Because she is playing a deadly game
The next year was the same story
She was in it for her glory
People don’t mind what they do to you
Happiness she wanted too
Never again she mentioned my name
Only in church when she was playing this game
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