A Tribute to Finnick
I've never met a person
As pure and good
As Finnick Odair
I doubted I ever would
With sea green eyes
And a heart of gold
Finnick is forever young
He will never grow old.
His love was real
His heart was true
His soul was freed
We're stuck like glue.
Nothing can separate us
Nothing will keep us apart
I remember the first time I saw him
Dropping ten dozen fish at the mart.
District Four isn't the same
With Finnick gone
It feels like endless night
There will be no dawn.
His legacy lives on
His victory long forgotten
No one cares that he won the Games,
The horrible, the terrible, the rotten.
No, his true legacy to us
Is that he never gave up on life
When it beat, kicked, and pushed him down
He rose up to defeat the biggest strife.
Finnick is a flame
Burning in the hearts of others
He touched so many
His friends became his brothers.
His blaze burns on
Not extinguishing or declining in the slightest
It flares with hope and legend
And stands out among the brightest.