Russell G. Robison


Distant DestinationThe hourglass grows empty
As the final day draws near
A day that comes for all of us
But holds for me no fear

Once a distant destination
From those days found in my youth
But I have come so far
While this world taught to me its truth

The more that we are different
The more we are the same
For each of us must journey thru
This life of joy and shame