Sun sets over valleys of coal
Fire scorched up through our soul
Cries of longing echo the trees
As from their homes mankind flees
The burning buildings pushed smoke to the sky
People yearned for past days and struggles to get by
Valley forest home of mine
No matter how, we pray blind
It's the glory we hold that makes us fall behind
Hallow holes blanket the road
A town once so bright, now falls cold
Sparks smolder into the night
If only we could love some more
Than we'd brace what we have in store
Don't run, you know it's right
Forest valley home of mine
No matter how, we fall behind
It's still burning but we'll be fine
Centralia, PA