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“The Blue Star”
The tattered photograph
So hard to comprehend
This amount of youth
In such an older man
The photo acts out the stories
That he always loved to tell
About trouble he always found himself in
The best places of hell
Beyond his tough exterior
Lived a man who only loved
But he had grown old and weary
Not knowing if there was a space saved for him above
From youth to death
And all across this land
One thing never changed
That of the blue star
Tattooed on his hand.
The tattered photograph
So hard to comprehend
This amount of youth
In such an older man
The photo acts out the stories
That he always loved to tell
About trouble he always found himself in
The best places of hell
Beyond his tough exterior
Lived a man who only loved
But he had grown old and weary
Not knowing if there was a space saved for him above
From youth to death
And all across this land
One thing never changed
That of the blue star
Tattooed on his hand.