Russell G. Robison


As the quartet sang their song
I thought of how we all could be
Caught up inside a spiral, climbing
In the harmony

Each one of us so different
With our spirit just the same
Too often we get lost
Inside the separation game

In union comes accord
As we all try to touch the sky
But separately our wings
Are far too small, to let us fly

As each one joins the spiral
Grows the flame of synergy
And as it grows, inside us flows
That perfect harmony