What and Where We Came From On Our Jorney Home

Padlocked are the Gate's Stationary lie the Conveyor Belts The Wheel upon the Mining Head Gear Turns, No more The community has gone So to is the Coal And the Sunset Resigned to History No more mystery Pressing a Museum to Explain That what which our Elders did For a measly pittance To put food on his family's plate And to afford a Pint after a hard days graft With only a Helmet and Light To find his way Home Guardian Angel Willing