Our hearts, they are sore…

We have been here before.

But it feels different.

We have had our hearts broken numerous times before.

But this time it feels different.

Our hearts, they are sore…

For long we have been hoping against hope.

For long we have prayed day and night.

For long we have been here.

For long we asked whether we stay or we go.

But where do we go from here?

But do we know how to go from here?

But can’t we just stay a little bit longer?

But doesn’t this place need us?

Our hearts, they are sore…

We are eternal optimists but now we feel defeated and drained.

We are the generation that carried the hopes of our parents.

We would lift our parents from poverty and give them a good life.

We would be an example to those others.

Our hearts, they are sore…

We have been told we are resilient.

We have been told we are Zimbo like that.

We have been told we will get through this.

We have been told we are cowards.

Our hearts, they are sore…

Who are we really?

Who do we want to be?

Who do we think we should be?

Who do we think we should not be?

Our hearts, they are sore…

It feels like we have been here before.

It feels like we should be used to it by now.

It feels like we have been here before.

It feels like we should get used to it.

Our hearts, they are sore…

In our childhood, we endured pain.

In our adulthood we endure pain.

Our hearts, they are sore…

We carry pain in our hearts.

We carry anger in our hearts.

We carry hate in our hearts.

We carry love in our hearts.

Our hearts, they are sore…

How much pain can our hearts hold?

How much anger can our hearts hold?

How much hate can our hearts hold?

How much more can our hearts take?

Our hearts, they are sore…

Who determines how we should feel?

Who decides how we should not feel?

Who cares how we feel?

Who should care how we feel?

Our hearts, they are sore…

We have dreams. 

We have hopes.

We have fears.

We have longings.

Our hearts, they are sore…

We have been here before.

But it feels different.

We don’t know how but it is different.

But we know for sure that it hurts.

Our hearts, they are sore…