Carry On Their Name

They don’t have much life in their bodies only in their eyes Their bodies sore with daily task Thoughts are thick Putting a heavy weight on their minds Drained out Full of fear and sorrow But in their eyes Is where you see their soul They watch their children dance and dream For a better life They battle for a smile To give hope to tomorrow They hold the young ones With a gentle soft touch With hands so used and so rough What will become of them when they are gone No memory of their name Or their beautiful grace We fantasize the lives and glorify the glamour of the rich As they all go down in our history Because or ignorance acts like the rich’s gift To ignore a harder life How these people strive Without the glamour Without the fame So that maybe their children will have a chance To carry on their name