A song made by Gods Favorite
A song made by Gods Favorite
(Chale, eiii...)
Listen, Enoch, the heart dey speak tonight
Too much weight on my soul, oh
(Asem, asɛm...)
Seven years you dey far, I still dey here
Faithful wife, mother to your pikin, holding back the tear
I never cheat, I never go astray, I stand firm like rock
But the silence from your side, e dey make my spirit shock
Seven years counting, waiting for you to come home
But you stay away, leaving me here all alone
Enoch, talk to me, make we settle this matter
If love don cold, make you talk, no make heart scatter
Seven years is long enough, I no wan waste my time
If you wan leave, just tell me, make I no dey climb
This mountain of pain, oh, Enoch, tell me now
Are we breaking apart, or we go heal somehow?
I remember the matter with Linda, the lady you chose
Even when you date her, I support you, that’s how the love goes
You send me money to fix her hair, I do it with grace
But you no know the pain I carry, the tears on my face
My heart is full of pain, you no wan hear my plea
I dey look for way to move, but you hold the key
Enoch, talk to me, make we settle this matter
If love don cold, make you talk, no make heart scatter
Seven years is long enough, I no wan waste my time
If you wan leave, just tell me, make I no dey climb
This mountain of pain, oh, Enoch, tell me now
Are we breaking apart, or we go heal somehow?
Should we go for counseling, or is this the end of the road?
I carry this marriage alone, such a heavy load
I surrender all to God, He go judge the truth
My patience is dying, I losing my youth
Enoch, talk to me, make we settle this matter
If love don cold, make you talk, no make heart scatter
Seven years is long enough, I no wan waste my time
If you wan leave, just tell me, make I no dey climb
This mountain of pain, oh, Enoch, tell me now
Are we breaking apart, or we go heal somehow?
I leave everything in God’s house, chale
Seven years, seven years of waiting
No more games, Enoch
(Ɛyɛ... let it be)
God knows my heart.