His hands were chapped
From the hard work he did
In the fields
Nobody accepted him
He was unloved and sad
His anger boiled from deep within
He held everything inside
His sorrow went unnoticed
Each day waking into the same nightmare
The weather was always cold
Another day for him to go on
Invisible to the world
This is all he has left
To old to chase his dreams
His body tired from the work
His bones fragile from age
His life withering away in the fields
Day after day
Digging his own grave
The day will come
And his misfortune will
Be bestowed upon some
New helpless worker
A worker who will finish
What he left
A worker who will follow in his footsteps
Live the life he did
A worker who will
Go unnoticed for the rest
Of his day
