By Original Work
Work %s the long day,
We swing the pick in the prison yard,
With justice come in our hearts,
And when the sun goes down.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The spirit finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let hope fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For moments beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So swing the pick and sing, friends,
With justice come filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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