No one can tell what will happen tomorrow, For life is a journey of joy and sorrow... Where no one gets to sleep on the roses, Where no one sees what life really posses... Because every moment that is due to come carries in it the mysterious sum... Where things are both good and bad, And things are all painful and glad... Comes in and knocks at your door, Because that's why in your life is store.. And that's why no one can forsees tomorrow, For life is a mystery has both joys and sorrow