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Day after Tomorrow 

There comes a time to live,
A time to thrive,
A time to die,
and a time to be forgotten.

There comes a time to protest,
A time to survive,
A time to go to jail,
And a time to be forgotten.

There comes a time to stand again,
A time to fight and lose,
A time to fear and despair,
And a time to be forgotten.

There comes a time to rise again,
A time to fight again,
A time to struggle and win,
And a time not to be forgotten.

There comes a time
   - to start all over again,
A time
   - when the day after tomorrow has come,
A time
   - when the star of hope has risen again,
A time
   - when old woes may be slowly forgotten.

There comes a time again,
A time when tyranny ends
   - That time has come today,
A time when the people are free
   - That hope has flickered again,
A time when betrayal is far away
   - That fear has faded for now.

There will come a time,
   - When hopes will fade away
And madness will descend upon us again.
But today is not that time.

Today is a time to reflect
   - That the struggle has borne fruit,
A time to be happy
   - That old sorrow has gone away,
And a time to rest
   - And let hope guide us into the future.

To Mrs. Ellen Johnson-Sirleaf.

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