Richard

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 by and by

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 by and by