[Intro, Harmonica wail, western like desert whistlin'] [Whistlin’ low through the dusty air] [Spurs a-janglin’, with a hopeful stare] (Under a sky so wide, where the lonesome ride) [Distant wind howl] (A tale unfolds, where the truth can’t hide) [Verse 1] I wear a star, but it feels like a chain— The weight of the law, the taste of pain, I’ve faced the fire, I’ve walked through hell, But the hardest fights, no ballads tell. [Chorus] Oh, the star don’t shine, it only scars— A badge of duty, not of stars, They sing of me, but they don’t know— The price I pay where shadows grow. [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] A hero, they say, with a quick-drawn hand, But no one counts the bloodstained sand, The faces lost, the friends turned cold— The stories fade, but the ghosts grow old. [Bridge, Slide guitar with harmonica break] (The cold wind hums through a crooked pine...) (It knows the cost of this life of mine...) [Instrumental break] [Verse 3] The trail is long, and the night is deep— A saddle for a bed, no peace, no sleep, No home, no kin, just a hollow name— The myth they love—the man, they blame. [Final Chorus] Oh, the star don’t shine, it only scars— Each line I wear from endless wars, You’ll hear my tale, but you won’t see— The wounds I hide—the cost of me. [Instrumental interlude] [Outro, Soft fingerpicking, Harmonica fade] So if you ride for justice, friend— Know glory’s bright... but it burns... in the end. [End]