"WHAT SHOULD I DO?"
By Prophetic Professor Fizwell Nangwala
(Soft piano playing)
Prophetic Professor Fizwell Nangwala...
My wife...
These words are not coming from anger.
They are coming from a wounded heart.
For years I have carried things in silence,
Not because they did not hurt,
But because I feared hurting you.
Today, I am not speaking as a prophet,
Not as a leader,
Not as a teacher...
I am speaking as a husband.
A husband who is tired.
A husband who is searching for peace.
A husband who still loves...
But is struggling to find his way.
— Prophetic Professor Fizwell Nangwala
I know who I am,
And I know what I want,
Loving you should feel like home,
A place where my heart belongs.
For four years I've walked beside you,
Holding tears I never showed,
Enduring storms without complaining,
Carrying burdens all alone.
You're so easy to hurt,
Your heart breaks so fast,
Sometimes the pain comes from your own thoughts,
And somehow I feel the crash.
I've tried to speak,
I've tried to explain,
But every conversation seems
To end in more pain.
I'm not trying to control you,
I'm just trying to save what's left,
But every bridge I try to build
Feels like it's breaking instead.
What should I do?
Tell me what to do...
I can't figure out what to do next.
What should I do?
Tell me what to do...
I can't figure out what to do next.
I'm tired...
Life is not going well for me...
Everything is falling apart.
I'm tired...
Life is not going well for me...
Everything is falling apart.
When I tell you what hurts me,
It becomes another fight,
When I tell you what I don't like,
Somehow I'm never right.
When jealousy visits my heart,
You see me as the bad one,
When your phone gets all your attention,
My feelings are left undone.
Should I stay silent when I'm hurting?
Should I pretend I'm okay?
Should I watch us drift apart
And have nothing left to say?
Our happiness is fading slowly,
Like a candle in the rain,
And every day I wonder
If we'll ever smile again.
I don't need perfection,
I just need understanding,
Two hearts working together,
Not one heart constantly breaking.
What should I do?
Tell me what to do...
I can't figure out what to do next.
What should I do?
Tell me what to do...
I can't figure out what to do next.
I'm tired...
Life is not going well for me...
Everything is falling apart.
I'm tired...
Life is not going well for me...
Everything is falling apart.
My career is shaking,
My finances are weak,
Family battles surround me,
And I barely sleep.
I was hoping to find comfort in your arms,
A place where I could rest,
But lately my heart keeps asking,
Why does love feel like a test?
Who will understand me?
Who will pull me close?
Who will remind me I'm not alone
When I need it the most?
I never wanted distance,
I never wanted goodbye,
I only wanted us
To learn how to survive.
Maybe we're both wounded,
Maybe we're both tired,
Maybe we're standing in the ashes
Of dreams that once inspired.
But love is worth fighting for,
Even when the road is long,
Because somewhere beneath the pain,
Our hearts still hear the same song.
What should I do?
Tell me what to do...
I can't figure out what to do next.
What should I do?
Tell me what to do...
I can't figure out what to do next.
I'm tired...
Life is not going well for me...
Everything is falling apart.
I'm tired...
Life is not going well for me...
Everything is falling apart.
Who will understand me?
Who will bring me close?
I was hoping to find comfort...
I was hoping to find rest...
Prophetic Professor Fizwell to you my..
My wife...
Despite every tear,
Despite every disappointment,
Despite every sleepless night...
I am still here.
Not because everything is perfect,
But because love is a choice.
And today...
Even with a wounded heart...
I choose to speak.
I choose to hope.
And I choose to believe
That what is broken can still be healed.
— Prophetic Professor Fizwell Nangwala