Russell G. Robison


I am an illusion,
A phantom of the night
I am still a runner from
This world within my sight

I am just a figment
Of some moments passing by
Just another fragment
With no answers for the ‘why’

I am nothing more or less
Than what I’ll never be
I can’t seem to find the road
That finally sets me free

I am an enigma
Full of hate and love and sin
And though I live in darkness
I will see the Son again