Russell G. Robison

CONFESSIONAL

Can I tell you who I was?
No that I cannot do!
How can I speak of someone
That I barely ever knew?

But that has little meaning to me
As I reach the end
For all that really matters is
The ones that I called friend

Don’t think I didn’t notice those
Who stopped and lifted me
When I was broken, beaten down
And fallen to my knee

So here I am just bits and pieces
In the fall apart
And finding at the end that
There’s not enough left of my heart

Wish I had done much better but
That’s not the way of things
I’m longing for the sky but find
That I have broken wings