By Joel Shaw
Written December 1993

There is time to follow your dreams
There is time to swallow your fears
There is time to wallow in anger
And there is time to hollow through the years

There's a mind that's yearning for laughter
There's a mind that's burning with care
There's a mind that's turning its sorrow
Into something it's learning to share

(Change)
Do we follow our footsteps to the doorways they lead?
Do we wait for tomorrow, or the days in-between?
Do we try to avenge all the wrongs done to us?
When we hit, we hit hard. When we fall we turn into dust

(Change)
Do we follow our voices to the paths they lead us?
Do we ask for forgiveness?  Do we ask for too much?
Do we even consider all the places we seek?
Should we stop and think it over?  Should we stop and let our silence keep?

There's a time for falling in love
And there's a time for crawling in shame
And I'm sure it's appalling to you
To have me still calling out your name