Steven Robinson

Blue Star Mission of Hope

(A song)

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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