Cue The Byrds:
(And the rest of you,
open your Bibles to Ecclesiastes 3):
To everything,
(Turn, turn, turn),
There is a season,
(Turn, turn, turn),
And a time for every purpose
under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break downdance, a time to mourn . . .
A time to 
To everything
(Turn, turn, turn), There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn),
A time to buid up, a time to break down
A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones togetherTo everything
(Turn, turn, turn), There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn), And a time to every purpose
under Heaven . . .
(Turn, turn, turn), There is a season
(Turn, turn, turn), And a time to every purpose
under Heaven . . .
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracingTo everything
(Turn, turn, turn),
There is a season turn
(Turn, turn, turn), And a time to every purpose
under Heaven
(Turn, turn, turn),
There is a season turn
(Turn, turn, turn), And a time to every purpose
under Heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose

I swear it’s not too late . . .
A time to sow, a time to reap, A time for love, a time for hate A time for peace,