empty mills lining the shore
their empty promises
that make your eyes sore
but we look to them and smile
we think of the past
our fathers, our grandfathers
always looking back
they have nothing to give you
they have everything to hide
their eyes shine and turn away
when their children ask why
no answer to give
no explanation to tell
of the smoky old valley
that makes their hearts swell
hot metal and fumes
burn the trees on the hills
the people
depression
the memories
chilled
so they sit back
watch the fire
take another pill
