A coal miner has a soul,that is so bold.
They grow old before their time.
In the mines digging coal under the ground,
in those deep dark holes.
They never receive a round of applause,
for all that they do to keep our country moving.
When night comes only a few know
about the dreams and sounds that hound them,
because of the work they did yesterday.
Under the ground in the dark with only their lights to guide them,
all so we can have electricity that flows through wires into our homes.
Some think this is bad.
What a sadness this brings,
when the bell rings and another one is killed.
All that is left is a empty shell,
and memories of a strong will man who worked to pay his bills.
The chills it sends up and down my spine,
just to think they will never shine for all the good they have done.
Blink twice and walk fast and you will see the light.
Written By Judith Collins
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