Friday was the day that I saw them stare
that look that lost lost fear
they came up of the fields and climbed out from their vans
the lost and lonely people working with their hands

their look was so apparent a stare that meant so much
that lost and lonely feeling of fightin loosing touch
i,d seen that look some time aback ..miners clocking off
that stare into the distance of a failure amongst the fatal dust

their hands just dropped beside them ,big yet rough as stone
hurting from the dampness.. working to the bone
that stare stayed still around them
imprinted on my mind
a worker so important... yet lost to depths of time