Russell G. Robison

FIRST AID

In dark corners in my bunker
That are here inside my mind
I treat the wounds still festering
Received when I was blind

A necessary evil
Or soon septic they will turn
But that is just a lesson in this life
We all must learn

Depends how deep the cut was made
How big a wound was seared
The demons made, the prices paid
When every night was feared

Its been a long time since I’ve loved
I need to love once more
For to love until the end my friend
That is what livings for