Russell G. Robison


The storm is growing I can see,
And no one speaks of what will be
Fear and doubt, they cloud the day
As soon the piper we must pay

Those who rule this troubled land
Too far removed to understand
Indifferent to the peoples will
As they have bank accounts to fill

They lead us down a primrose lane
Still unaware of people’s pain
Sit sheltered from the growing night
So certain they have better sight

But they still fear that you might grow
And once aware see them and know
They are the lie that’s oh so wrong
Who’ve lost the heart to sing our song