Prisoner of Love

PRISONER OF LOVE Though they stay in the same hat Share the same bed, same cup and same toilet We can still see a laugh in a sea of sadness Because one is in Africa and the other is in Europe She is cute as a bug’s ear Dressed in white as snow The hall is clean like a whistle Watching to it was like watching grass grow The man swims in the sea of diamonds Because this is Africa Before her anger bottled up Before her tears started flowing down her cheek Before she ceased to be the light of the man Before she stopped raining in his inner heart She was in her own world Not this Africa we have Her boss can do it at a warning cost But she has no right to be heard for Because this is Africa Written by Handson