Russell G. Robison

CROSSROADS

Did I go insane in that place
Some would say it so
Me and my machinegun
I made sure they came to know

I had reached the turning point
Where blood pumps much too cold
I was twenty-one
But I was oh so very old

Killing brings a crossroads
Where your soul must make a turn
One road leads to healing
And the other hell’s concern

Too much of so many falling
Too much of the night
Too much of my dying brothers
Too much of the fight