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Friday after school, Mom said "please get Daddy's shoes" And hurry cause the cobbler's closing soon He was sweeping when I got there but he said son here they are Then on his arm I saw an old tattoo I told my dad he got up and ran straight to the store He said "that man was in a camp" Their eyes met their faces froze they locked the hands of time I had never seen my daddy cry till then Numbers on his arm, a faded old tattoo Not “Mom” a flag or lover's heart Two Four Seven Six Nine Five Two Four Seven Six Nine Five Dad had seen things in the war he never talked about He was nineteen in September forty four After battles in the Bulge they found places where they saw The reasons they were fighting in the war Numbers on his arm, a faded old tattoo Not “Mom” a flag or lover's heart Two Four Seven Six Nine Five Two Four Seven Six Nine Five Every spring the cobbler brought a brand new pair of shoes Dad would tell me to go outside and play Only now I understand exactly how they met And why they never talk about that day Numbers on his arm, a faded old tattoo Not “Mom” a flag or lover's heart Two Four Seven Six Nine Five Two Four Seven Six Nine Five Two Four Seven Six Nine Five