et erit lux
In the misty dark October skies, that hover above
The mine shafts that lead to the dim lit tunnels
Where fires once burned
Where fires still burn
The best thing to come from a mine, is the miner
When will we learn?
Lungs blacker than the past
trees on a cloudy sleepless night
How many lives to power a city? To power a home?
How many homes to deepen the pockets those in the city?