Russell G. Robison
What is left to say my brother?
What is left for me to do?
Should I close the door on this?
That I call delta blue
I know they’ll be forgotten
That our memory will dim
And we will not remember
All those days they faced so grim
That’s just the way of things I know
And how it’s going to be
Why is it we don’t cherish those
Who fight to keep us free?
©Copyright October 15, 2007 by Russell G. Robison