The morning air was crisp and clear, todays shift change was drawing near, Some worked below, some rose on high, both shall meet soon eye to eye, One thinking ofthe day ahead, another thinks of going to bed,
Yes here they are, men one and all, soon some will live and some will fall.
All quiet at the breakfast table, some wonder one day if they're able, To leave this way of life for good, and elevate above this mood,
Of sometimes joy, and sometimes pain, walking out in freezing rain,
To trudge down steps and start the toil, and raise this nations bloody oil.
The day has past, he thinks with pride, and climbs once more the monsters side, To mingle with the off-shift crew, relax, before it starts anew.
He feeds, showers, and settles down, to another night in this little town,
If only he could see through time, he'd know, he'll never reach his prime.
He's heard the rumble from below, the flickering lights give an eerie glow, And stumbling forward to the door, with fear that strikes him to the core,
His cries that join a chorus loud, came from a man once tall and proud,
His fate decided, a final story, of a life which could have reaped more glory.