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Turn…turn…turn… Everything has a season!
Time, purpose, reason
We all live and die (RIP!)
Seeds become harvests, why?
Do we kill instead of heal?
If ye seek heaven, then what’s the deal?
At every turn, there’s cause for concern
I fear that some of us may never learn…
‘Ecclesiastes,’ is Greek for preacher (preacher, preacher, preacher)!
These Solomon’s words, all up in your speaker (speaker, speaker, speaker)!
From the time we’re born, to the time we die
The seeds we plant must grow, can’t standby!
There a time to kill
And a time to heal
Sometimes you gotta destroy
Before you can ever rebuild (Amen)!
There’s a time for love, and a time for hate
But if you know what’s best, just respect your mate!
A time to fight, and time to do what’s right!
No winners in wars, ‘cuz life has an invaluable price
You may laugh, and its okay to cry (Boo-Hoo)
Do you really need to know, exactly how and why!
There’s a time to mourn, and a time to dance
If you don’t boo-hoo or catch a groove, you’ll soon regret the chance!
Time to gather stones, and a time to pick ‘em up
Know when we cool, and also when you’re pushin’ your luck!
Know when to search, and then when to quit
It’s okay to keep things, but other times just let ‘em slip!
There’s a time to mend, then you gotta let it rip!
There’s a time to speak, then again, zip up your lip!
If you’re frustrated, look me in the eye
You may laugh, and again, it’s okay to cry (Boo-Hoo!)
Take your time, to morn and enjoy
Humanity’s complicated, we build and we destroy!
Y’all just wanted to have fun
But somebody brought a gun!
Causing panic at the dance
Foolish actions, ruined our chance!
Don’t bring no war, up to our shore!
Break bread instead, libations should pour!
In these uncertain times, love can ‘trump’ hate
Put your differences aside, and find ways to relate!
Born, morn, seed, feed, kill, heal, smile... NOW!
