Breathing Room

Now, we sit in the dark

Alone in the silence

Wondering when the lights will come back on

The third time this month

Two in the last

While the ones atop the tower still burn strong

Now, our crops are wilting

Dead from the cold

Maybe we are to follow soon

Packed down below

To keep us from staining the air

But we all need breathing room

Oh...

Now, we mourn our dead

Crushed underfoot

When they have naught left to give

And we remain

To die in our birthplace

Knowing this is the life we live