Russell G. Robison


The time is near for fading
Days dwindle down to few
The fights still on and righteous
But I am a weary crew

The words will finally end but yet
At least I know I’ve tried
There are no words to thank the ones
That I have let inside

I’ll always be around you
In the trees and in the air
And if you listen to the wind
It’s me that blows your hair

Reminded once again about
How fragile life can be
Still grateful for each sunrise
That is left for me to see