Russell G. Robison


I must go to places
Where a price is paid to go
I go to where the whispers live
For that is all I know

I go to where my shadows rule
To face what I have done
There must be an accounting
On that day I meet the Son

I go to where the pain lives
For that is just my fate
I go to where the madness reigns
And we have our debate

You must confront your demons
For that’s how it has to be
You must confront your fears
Or you will never be set free