Leaves of the
trees
are turning gold
While the colours fade from my soul
Could your loss be bearable some other way
Than to believe that you were chosen for something else?
I miss you so,
wherever Tiger's gone I miss you so,
oh
I try in vain to tame my emotions But
I keep falling over and over again
Sadness, anger,
feelings of hopelessness It's been so long,
but I don't seem to miss
you any less
Despite the pain I feel
I believe that everything under heaven is its style
I trust in you the most,
I Let your will be done
Time to tear down, time to build
Time to kill and time to heal,
time
to seek
Time to grieve and time to dance Time to tear and time to mend
Time to lose, time to lose
Despite the pain I feel I believe that everything under heaven is
its style
I
trust in you the most, I Let your will be done