Like a mile of driftwood strewn
Along a lonely shore
A chronicle of blackened wounds
Memories earned in the days that came before
When you've been fighting for so long
Just holding on
Days to love and days for hating
The seasons roll on by
There is a time for all things under the sun
Everything is beautiful in its time
Cease your striving. Dry your cheeks and cry no more
Lift your head and feel the sun upon your face
These are the days of letting go
Like the actor on the stage
A tragicomedy
There's a time to mourn the dying
And a time to laugh and to dance and to sing
And you know there surely comes a day
For walking away