They used to laugh, they used to play.
Now they cry, wasting the day.
They had friends that supported them, family that loved them.
Now that memory is lost, like a single mountain gem.

How they yearn for laughter, how they beg for fun.
But they only get work that is never done.
How they wish to be free again, to feel the sun on their skin.
But that memory’s gone, like a leaf in the wind.

They work all day, and they work all night.
Always wishing that they could take flight.
Their memories were distant, so close yet so far.
But that’s how things were, and it’s how things are.