Is it here


Is it here or it is there
Will you leave or will you stay
It is not about what I say
Just how and where you'll sway
It's pretty deep in this hole we're in
And who is willing to lend us a helping hand
Pull us up to the surface where day is clearer and smiles become brighter

Now will you leave or will you stay
For it is not about what I say
Just how and where you'll sway
So tell me this
Is it here or is it there?

           
Pamela Mkhize

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