Our fathers told them they’d find the Miner’s Spirit; to help them continue on. Our husbands and our sons; they search for the Miner’s Spirit. It’s not among the coal which paints them black. It doesn’t reside with the rats that pester them all day. Is it inside a cave in with those poor trapped souls? Death surrounds them daily. We cannot rest until they come home. They’ve found the Miner’s Blood; they come home bloody and bruised. Maybe the bosses are hiding it. Alas, everyday the search. Our husbands and our sons, they search for the Miner’s Spirit.
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