Russell G. Robison

DON’T

Don’t presume to think you know me
Or what lives, inside my heart
Don’t presume to try and tell me
It’s a thing that will depart

Don’t presume I’ll grow indifferent
To the price, that they still pay
Don’t presume you understand them
When you’ve never, walked their way

Don’t presume there is an ending
There are things man never learns
We’re the ones who choose the fire
And it remains, a choice that burns