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Bullet through his head, Richard Cory is dead
That's what mama said in the story she read
She always had a penchant for the poignant
"Fiction's never false," she said, feeling my pulse
We're only two walls from her last convulsion
Those horrid red pills all strewn across the floor
But I believe she found her way
To the gates
To her Maker
To Love
And I still see her crying face
Wanting meaning
To see beauty
To find truth
My little sister cried at the thought that I'd lied
I honorably tried to tell her mama hadn't died
She came back the first few times she left us
But something told her that this time was different
My puffy eyes or the way that children
Always have such a nose for hope
But I believe she found her way
To the gates
To her Maker
To Love
And I still see her crying face
Wanting meaning
To see beauty
To find truth
I asked aloud if it was all a test
The preacher said that it was for the best
Everything that happens is God's plan
So dressed in black, I delivered the words
Wiser men had chosen for today
And I tried my best to believe them
Like I believe she found her way
To the gates
To her Maker
To Love
And I still see her crying face
Wanting meaning
To see beauty
To find truth
