Dirt falls in masses from the mine,
And I hear a whistle thats just a chime.
Men are running to get free,
But they don't look back in search of me.
I look up at the blackening sky,
As I realize that I'm going to die.
I think about my wife and child,
And I start to cry just for a while.
And in the darkness my breathing stops,
And slowly my head begins to drop.
