Russell G. Robison

LOST

I have lost my faith in man
My hope for him grows dim
Too often he’s refused the light
And chosen paths so grim

When all you’ve ever trusted
In this world becomes a lie
There is a place inside of you
That slowly starts to die

There are those who still have honor
In their word and in their deed
But they are few and fleeting
In this world of so much need

This world can find the time to kill
And find the time to hate
But it can’t find the time to love
And that is such an empty fate