Russell G. Robison

THE LIGHT

I see a light that’s calling
And it says it waits for me
That I’m late for my departure
And its time to be set free

It is there on the horizon
Yet defying still the night
And whispers of an ending
To my sadness and the fight

Compelling is this voice I hear
That says no longer roam
The road has been too long
And it is time for coming home