Deep in This mines, where dreams are made, The workers toil under the earth's shade. With pickaxes and sweat, they dig for gold, Hoping to find treasures untold. The tunnels echo with their songs of sorrow, For This mines holds a promising tomorrow. But danger lurks in every dark corner, As the miners pray to keep from getting older. Their families wait above ground, hearts filled with fear, Hoping their loved ones will soon reappear. So they continue to dig, day after day, In This mines,...