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There's a stone where grass used to lie.
One of blood, took a vertical ride.
There's remorse in a dark hollow cave.
Them old memories can be haunting to the grave.
There's a child with hair of flaming red.
In his room, in his books, in his head.
Little problems continued unresolved.
Silent whispers that never rang out loud.
When that white light is approaching,
and the gates are opening wide,
I will reach out for Richard
When I see you in the bye and bye
There's a life that never ran true course.
Working parts got broke beyond repair.
But there's a chance upon some spiritual grounding
We might meet in the promise land.
When that white light is approaching,
and the gates are opening wide,
I will reach out for Richard
When I see you in the bye and bye.
When that white light is approaching,
and the gates are opening wide,
I will reach out for Richard
When I see you in the bye and bye. |
