Russell G. Robison

THE RUNNER

There is an emptiness inside
Born in a test of will
A hole I dug so long ago
That I can never fill

There is an ache inside my heart
That I cannot deny
Nor have I found a way
To ever make it say goodbye

That is the way of it I know
How things turned out you see
For I am still the runner
Trying to get away from me