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
Outside, The Wind Was Cruel, Inside
None Sat Alone
The Wind Had Teeth
The Cupboard Answered Hollow
Still, No One At That Table Ate Alone
Count The Bread
Then Pass It On
Count The Chairs
No One Is Gone
Count Tired Hands
And Smiling Eyes
Count One Small Room
Where Laughter Survives
Locked Gold Cannot Answer When You Call
Cold Silver Cannot Love You Back At All
What Use Is Wealth When You Must Dine Alone
A King May Own A Thousand Halls
And Still Have Nowhere Called Home
One Evening, Silver Rang Against The Door
A Stranger Stood In Fur From Throat To Floor
His Belt Bore More Than They Had Seen In Years
Still, They
Pulled Out A Chair And Welcomed Him
He Watched Their Only Loaf Pass Hand To Hand
His Proud Face Quieted Before Their Joy
“You Have So Little.” “no.
We Have Enough.”
He Counted Everything
That Room Was Missing
The Father Counted Everyone Within It
Count Not The Coin
Count Who Remains
Count Who Shares Both
Joy And Pain
Count Every Voice That
Knows Your Name
Count Every Hand That
Tends The Flame
A Rich Man Eats From Plates Of Gold
A Loved One Never Eats Alone
Silver Can Purchase Roof And Stone
It Cannot Buy The Right
To Call Them Home
My Halls Are Vast
Who Waits Inside Them
My Tables Shine
Who Sits Beside You
No One
Then Take This Chair
We Have Enough
Let The Cold Wind Roar
We Have Enough
Make Room For One More
Break The Bread
Pass It Hand To Hand
Here Lies The Wealth No Ruler Can Command
No Throne Can Buy The Laughter Gathered Here
No Crown Can Call A Distant Loved One Near
Let Kings Count Silver From An Empty Throne
A King May Own A Thousand Halls
And Still Have Nowhere Called Home
What Do You Call This home
And The Empty Chair
Yours, If You Need It
Yet Every Night, They Drew Their Chairs In Close