Tuesday, April 04, 2006 10:26 PM
singing my tuneless song,
i go on my way,
down life's many different sways.
to everything there is a season.
rivers past,
and mountains gone.
going through life's bustling throng.
to everything there is a time.
stars that twinkle,
in the nightsky,
lead the wanderer nigh.
for every purpose under heaven.
friends so dear,
held so close.
memories shared and tears flowed.
there is a time, a proper time.