My R700 Paycheck
My R700 Paycheck
I wake up in the early hours on every new dawn
Wherever it's raining or it's cold
To scrub the grounds of the Whiteman
I leave my children still buried under a blanket
Return at dusk when they've already left for bed
I miss every meal at home
My children miss me
My children know not they have a father
Because their father is working to put food on the table.
My children know not my face
My children know not my love
My touch, my voice even my look
My children only know me as the man
Who leaves on the early hours of the morning
And come back after the sun has lost its light
My children have never tasted my advice
Nor endured my scolding
Because I am never there.
I work each day from dawn to dusk
Day 1 to the end of days
Just for that R700 paycheck.
I traded my children's love, their time
Just for that R700 paycheck