Russell G. Robison


Who am I to speak of things
I still don’t understand
I’m just a single voice
That still recalls a savage land

Who am I to say the words
That never say it all
As I was just a witness
Where so many had to fall?

What am I to do with all
These visions in my head
Perhaps I should be silent
And just let them burn instead?

I remain compelled to try
And tell of those I knew
Lost inside the madness
Where you do what you must do