Russell G. Robison

VICIOUS CIRCLE

Caught in a vicious circle
Saying things already said
Knowing I am still unable
To make peace with all my dead

Why I hear them still
Is something I cannot explain
I’ve done my best to live a life
That’s filled with joy not pain

They are the whispers in the wind
That still are heard so clear
Reminding me I’m not alone
And they are all still here

So here inside my circle
I still try to tell it true
Of those we left behind us there
And what we saw them do