Russell G. Robison

SOME THINGS

Some things I’ve not forgiven,
Some things that I have done
Some things that bring the sadness
As I watch my setting sun

Some things that cut so deep
That I no longer try to flee
Some things I’ve never found a place
To put inside of me

Some things I’ve never shaken
That I know will always be
But I will never yield
To what the darkness did to me