Sandy

by William Moore

The lucent stars and endless sky Won’t ease the pain, though I try My only ally is my youth
Yet deep cuts are left to soothe And here I stay
For five dollars a day

Working in the luscious green fields This painful beauty never yields From dawn ‘till noon I must endure As my life aches without a cure And my hands bleed away
For five dollars a day

In the face of cold and rain
The biting cold cuts my soul again
I own nothing but my words and actions I obey and work without distractions And my family can eat and pray
For five dollars a day

I am just a child wanting to be free
Of the incessant labor that condemns me I work, and work against the heat
The days are a blur, as they repeat And I fade away
For five dollars a day