Russell G. Robison

DAILY GRIND

Pull back, regroup, attack again
Now what a daily grind
As you enter back into the fray
That each day seems to find

You have to face the frowns
Of all the people feeling small
And try to work some magic
Into making them walk tall

I know that it gets rough out here
Can get you feeling low
But that’s just how it is sometimes
No matter where you go

Yeah it’s a tough job I admit
To lift another’s heart
But you should see the fire inside
A smile can often start