Russell G. Robison

IT MATTERS NOT

No it matters not
If I should see another day
And soon there comes that time
When there is nothing left to say

No it matters not
What will be said when I am gone
Knowing when I leave this place
That the madness will go on

The stitches in my fabric
Have begun to pull apart
Perhaps they’re just too weary,
Perhaps they’ve lost their heart

No it matters not
What I have done or where I go
For I’ve done what I could
And that is all I need to know