As I Sit Here At My Desk
I'm At A Loss?
A Loss For Life
A Loss For People
A Loss For The World
A Loss For The Future
A Loss For The Human Heart
A Loss For Society
And I Do Not Know What To Do
I Can Not Fix My Own Broken Heart
So How Can I Fix Anything ?????
Am I Suppose To Fix??
I Try
I Help
I Do
But It Is Just Never Enough
So??????
Again I Reflect On A Song By The Byrds Today:
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
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
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
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