Laga, Ragalor — Richer Than Kings

How Much Do You Own
Only What You See
Then You Have Little sit
And Count Again
The Roof Let Winter Through In Silver Drops
Their Bowls Stayed Full For Only Little While
The Table Leaned Beneath The Weight Of Years
No Gold, No Trophies, No Grand Music Hall
They Split One Loaf Until Each Hand Had Some
They Traded Stories, Laughter, Little Griefs