Life like a scorpion has hurtful
stings
Some days life carries us on eagles
wing
We may make plans on the position of
the stars
We watch our plans falter they didn't get
far
Today we make a promise we intend
to keep
Tomorrow it's found in the broken promise
heap
Certainty is no more than a leaf clinging to a
branch in a strong
wind
Uncertainty is we know it will fall we don't
know when
Certainty is we know it will fall to
the ground
Uncertainty is we don't know where the leaf
will be found
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