20 Dia curse dey pain and e dey make my heart kut; I dey look for who go tell mi sorry, but I nor si. I dey find who go konfort mi, but I still nor si anybody.
Look, di time dey kom and e don even rish, wen una go skata and evribody go-go en own way and I go stay alone. But I nor dey alone, bikos my Papa dey with mi.