There will be time to start And a time end. A time in which to love And in which to hate. As you sit upon the Bench in a park And stare off into space There will be a year within a moment And a decade within that year. There will be time to hold on And time to let go. There will be time And time again. And you will breathe And you will reflect. There will be time within a day And time within a night. Time within a year And time within your life. And in between those times and now There will be more time And time for more time still so much time that every moment Is another life time. And then there will be a time to grow And time to learn. Time to spend And time to lose. A time to gain And time to hold. And time to save. There will be time when you have too much time And time when you have too little. And you will find yourself Sitting on the shores and pondering, Simply wondering... A time for joy And a time to cry. And as you stand pondering and wondering Of all the wheres and when Hows, whos and why You will have time to think And time to discover And time to hide. In the end there shall be time. No matter where you go No matter who you are Things you do Or the people you meet. There will be time.
