[male
vocals] (
Aweh)
It's
quiet
in
the
house
now,
Shibukata
Just
me
and
the
echoes,
eish
Eeesh
Bukata
umfwa
Mwana
wandi
Ulipalo
lyandi
Wemunandi
niwe
Mwana
wandi
leka
nkwebe
Muno
Chalo
twaikala
abantu
balacinja
Kuti
bakusekela
lelo
mailo
bakaluka
bakucinja
amano
Bakukupalamo
ilyo
ukwete
Ilyo
ubulishe
Nishi
balwani
bobe
lelo
Mwana
wandi
Lesa
ena
ulemubika
pantashi
lyonse
muli
chonse
nafyonse
ukalachita
umubike
pantashi
Mwana
wandi
Bukandi
ala
nalikutemwa
Bukaaaaata
wandi
ala
ulipalo
Leka
nkwebe
Mwana
ilyo
ndi
uwamweo
Ukubako
Kobe
tachayangwike
Lelo
pamulandu
wakuta
gisha
Lesa
pantanshi
Wepalalo
lyandi
ukufuma
kuli
ba
yehova
wamilalo
Mwelesa
mwalimpela
impalo
mumweo
wandi
Nati
kamiluuuumbaaaanyeee
mwelesa
wandi
Ukutemwa
kwenu
mumweo
wandi
lutwalilile
umuyayayafyeee
Muli
baaaaaluse
eeeeh
yawe
I
will
give
you
praises
God
for
giving
me
my
son
bukata
Mwalimpela
kasunga
wandi
mwelesa
namitotela
yaweeeeh
Look
bana
bukata
wandi
Lesa
alitupela
ipalo
bukata
twikata
tusungile
umu
Boyz
uyu
capamo
bwino
mmmmmmm
muli
luse
mwelesa
Ine
the
begging
Mukutendeka
mwali
naifye
You
were
with
us
God
Untill
the
end
Mpanka
nempela
mwelesa
mule
ba
nefwe
Bukata
Bukata
Bukata
Umfwa
Mwana
wandi
ala
uli
Paalo
lyandi
Lesa
aleba
naiwe
konse
ukaleya
Na
ukuboko
kwakwe
kuleba
mupepi
nobe
Lyonsefye
aleluya
lord
The
Loneliness
Nobody
Sees 🥺
There
is
a
kind
of
loneliness
that
doesn't
require
an
empty
room.
You
can
sit
among
your
family,
hear
their
voices,
watch
them
laugh,
and
still
feel
like
you
don't
belong
there.
I
know
that
loneliness.
I
have
carried
it
for
so
long
that
sometimes
I
forget
what
being
understood
feels
like.
People
see
me,
but
they
don't
see
what
follows
me
home.
They
don't
see
the
thoughts
waiting
for
me
when
the
noise
disappears.
They
don't
see
how
heavy
the
night
becomes
when
there
is
nobody
to
talk
to.
I
have
never
had
someone
who
could
look
into
my
eyes
and
understand
the
things
I
couldn't
say.
No
one
to
tell
my
secrets
to.
No
one
to
call
when
the
world
becomes
too
heavy.
No
one
waiting
for
my
message.
No
one
wondering
why
I
suddenly
became
quiet.
So
I
learned
to
keep
everything
inside.
My
sadness.
My
fears.
My
disappointment.
My
longing
to
be
loved.
Everything.
Sometimes
I
imagine
what
it
would
feel
like
to
be
someone's
first
choice.
Not
their
last
option.
Not
someone
they
remember
only
when
they
need
something.
Just
someone
they
genuinely
want.
But
imagination
has
always
been
kinder
to
me
than
reality.
So
I
return
to
my
silence.
It
doesn't
ask
questions.
It
doesn't
judge
me.
It
doesn't
leave.
Perhaps
that's
why
I
trust
silence
more
than
people.
At
least
silence
never
promised
me
anything.
And
when
the
night
comes,
I
lie
beneath
the
darkness
and
listen
to
my
own
thoughts
echoing
through
a
room
that
feels
far
too
large
for
one
person.
I
tell
myself
that
tomorrow
will
be
different.
But
somewhere
deep
inside,
I
already
know
tomorrow
is
only
another
word
for
the
same
loneliness.
Another
morning.
Another
empty
day.
Another
smile.
Another
night.
And
another
version
of
me
pretending
that
being
alone
doesn't
hurt
anymore. 🥺