Russell G. Robison


I write what is inside of me
Of things I’ve come to know
I write what is inside me
So it has a place to go

The words come far too often
From the darkness of my sight
No matter that they come I know
That always I will write

There were so many reasons
That I chose to stand the line
Yet I have seen those things
That words can simply not define

I’ve drifted oh so many years
And finally come to find
That there will be no ending
To this storm within my mind