There is a tide.

There is a tide to the affairs of men,
And a season for all things.
Moments now that could not have been then.
Moments silenced which now we sing.
Nations rise,
Men fall,
And it is no surprise that through it all,
Life goes on.

Come new season.
Fresh and strong.
And without reason.
Tides turn,
And what was far is near.
What was sown,
Will be reaped.
What had secretly grown,
Will to the light leap.
What was lost is here.
And love will yearn.
We must steer,
The tides that come.
Or be now and here undone.

There is a tide to the affairs of men.
And the time is right for the tides to pull you home.