Each dawn as we rise, lord we know all to well, We face only one thing – a pit filled with hell. To scratch out a living the best that we can, But deep in the heart, lies the soul of a man. With black covered faces, and hard calloused hands, We work the dark tunnels, unable to stand. To labour and toil as we harvest the coals, We silently pray “lord please harvest our souls”.
GOD SPEED TO ALL THAT LOVED AND KNEW THEM FOR OUR HEARTS ARE HEAVY WITH YOU.