Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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November 13th, 1909, tragedy at the Cherry mine Two hundred and fifty-nine, miners lost in a hungry fire History, what have we here? Misery, for souls to bear Down below in the smoke-filled mine, There were twenty-one men yet still alive Eight days they fought to survive, In the jaws of death they would not die They’re alive, still alive In a fight, fightin’ for their lives. Hold on and don’t let go, don’t give up or you’ll never know With a little faith and a little hope, and a little prayer, and it’ll get you there The air was thin and poisoning, and the darkness caused delirium No food nor water to nourish them, just a seed of faith to comfort them They believed, oh they believed They would see, blue skies again Hold on and don’t let go, don’t give up or you’ll never know With a little faith and a little hope, and a little prayer and it will get you there. What a sight it must have been For those twenty-one men to rise again Rescued from the pits of hell With a story only they could tell I believe, I do believe If you believe, you will achieve. When all the world comes crashing down Like trapped coal miners in the ground And you feel like you’ve been left to die And the world above can’t hear your cry Believe, it’s gonna be alright Believe, there’s gonna be some light Believe, it’s gonna be alright Believe, there’s gonna be sunlight. Copyright Ray Tutaj, Jr. |
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