Way Down
That heavy metal sound,
the monotony of machinery,
fills my head and cracks my skull
and sucks the life out of my soul
A pickaxe drags against the ground,
dust rises and fills my mouth
The King demands a bigger haul
but we have already given it all
It’s dark and cold
and bittersweet
that we work to death
to earn our keep
I close my eyes
and hope and pray
tomorrow will be a new dawn
and bring a new day
The dark seems lighter than it was before
and I see a light,
dim but bright
and I hear a simple tune
a melody so soft and sweet
but strong enough to pierce my heart
I start to hum
and soon realize
tears are forming in my eyes
I want to start singing
and dancing too
and shine a light on the world for you
Everyone should know the song
the one we all depend upon
the song that drives us to the end
The song makes us alive again
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