“Richmond”
Were I not a weary traveler who found himself darkening those streets What dim views I once held and what beautiful dreams became Their denizens jaded yet haughty as those who'd dare besmirch their pride Richmond, dear Richmond, hope one day be I.Â
I would stay up until dawn and watch the city burn Wee twinkles of stars falling from the sky on a late winter's eve To loathe to live but to breathe fire upon those who claim lineage in their pride Richmond, dear Richmond, hope one day be I. Wanton were we to sit upon rooftops and listen to the symphonies of the night The cobblestones our field and our minds of child as we pranced in twilight What ironic declarations that fall from lip but stalwart be their pride Their home is their home but invaders be many Their home is their home but their curses many Richmond...O Richmond, hope one day be I.Â










