what lies in the future is a mystery to us all
no one can predict the wheel of fortune as it falls
there may come a time when i will see that i've been wrong
but for now this is my song



to everything, there is a season
and a time to every purpose under heaven

a time to build up, a time to break down
a time to dance, a time to mourn
a time to cast away stones,
a time to gather stones together