Prole

[Verse] He toils all day under the sun Sweat drips down work ain't done Shovel hits the ground he hums Another day come and gone [Verse 2] Blisters on his hands don't lie Pain in his back reaching high Sun setting low in the sky Another day to say goodbye [Chorus] He digs he builds he makes it right Fights through the day into the night Dreams of a world so bright Endless fields of golden light [Verse 3] Morning comes he rises slow Picks up his tools he's ready to go Same old path that he knows Till the crops begin to grow [Bridge] In the shadows he finds his grace Wipes the dirt from his face Sun and moon a daily chase He prays for better place [Chorus] He digs he builds he makes it right Fights through the day into the night Dreams of a world so bright Endless fields of golden light