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No one is promised


             Betty Mapenzi Mambo,


          It's like a sad music in the back of our

          Deep down in the depths of our

          Yesterday is gone it's added in our
          minds like the rest.

          We are looking for something that can
          never be found.
          Only hope is the rock we lean on.

          Because no one is promised tommorow.

          The past is holding us captive the lies,
          deception and betrayal.
          The world is blind for it cannot see the

          The heart that beats for pain, sadness

          and misfortunes.
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