Steven Robinson
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Blue Star Mission of Hope
(A song)
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Well my name is Buster Graham,
And I ride the Southern rails
I’m making my way to the west,
But I stopped to say hello, to
Some people that I know.
And to get just a few hours’ rest.
Well I’m fifty-five years old, and I
Wear a purple heart, did my
Part in the Second World War.
Scratched my name on the back
So to tell it from the rest,
But it won’t bring too much anymore.
Refrain:
Where did you go, Blue Star Mission
Of Hope, I hear they tore you down
A month ago. I’ll always remember
The shining blue star
Where the lost and the lonely would go.
There’s a hole in the street
Where the mission used to stand,
Where they offered us soup and bread,
And I think about those times, cause
We shared our beaten souls, but by
Now them old men must be dead.
Ragged men sit and talk, of their
Children and their wives, some are proud
And some others don’t care, and they can’t
Remember how things got twisted all around,
Too much whiskey and too many years.
Refrain:
Where did you go, Blue Star Mission
Of Hope, I hear they tore you down
A month ago. I’ll always remember
The shining blue star
Where the lost and the lonely would go.
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Where in the world are we now
Our hearts are empty and so are our bellies
We have no decisions to take no provisions to make
We watched their demise in a holocaust wake
We long for the taste of the sun
And the touch of a sound
When does the soul cease its sleep
And waking return to the dream of its willing
No truth for the sake of a lie if its souls
Are to fly,
Releasing an image ascending the sky.
The joy is the best of the pain
To lose is to gain.
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