Richard Cory

Children of eternity, resting in the folds of the earth Their voice echoes through the ground justice Exalted

Carry on for what it's worth I'll say The path of justice only flows one way Sound the trumpets for the

Cold Calloused Breathless Casting over crowns Searching Lusting Passion of the sound

Whenever Richard Cory went down town We people on the pavement looked at him He was a gentleman from sole to