There’s Work to Be Done

Here in the city
We all walk as one
The gold light of evening
Fades with the sun
Disappear into doorways
Until there are none
Rest up for the morning
There’s work to be done.


Away from green pastures
Toward concrete we run
Beneath metal-framed ceilings
The victory we’ve won
The threads of our story
Are already spun
Rest up for the morning
There’s work to be done.

Original Photography

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