Russell G. Robison


Battered by the winds of time
Battered by our strife
Just like each of us who gets
A chance to know this life

In a world so full of need
Without the heart to share
Knowing we are nothing till
We take the time to care

Foolishly a dreamer
Yet there is a truth I see
As long as one is still oppressed
That none of us are free

Till my end still battered by
What my sight lets me view
A lesson taught so long ago
We’re only what we do