17 Na die I dey so o-o, bikos na so-so pain I dey face.
But wen I fall, dem go dey happy kon gada demsef togeda dey dance. Dem gada togeda to kause wahala for mi and dem nor gri stop or taya.
I nor fit stand strait again and wahala full my life. Evriday, I dey kry and mourn waka.
I don taya to komplain, bikos evry nite, I dey wet my bed with wota from my eyes.
But I trust yor love wey nor dey fail. I go happy, bikos Yu don save mi.
Make Yu nor let my enemies happy sey dem win mi. Make Yu nor let pipol wey hate mi, even doh I nor do anytin, happy bikos I dey sofa.