In the depths of the earth, where shadows persist,
Courageous souls toiled, in the coal mines they exist.
They dug through the darkness, with grit and might,
A brotherhood of miners, bound by the mining light.

In the heart of the mountain, where dangers concealed,
They faced the black depths, their fate long ago sealed.
Through dust-laden air and the echoes of drills,
They marched into darkness, with hopes and strong wills.

Beneath the surface, a world so profound,
Where coal dust and sorrow forever abound.
For those who were lost in the mines' cold embrace,
Their memory lingers, a sacred trace.

To the fallen miners, who rest in the deep,
In the silence of shadows, where memories sleep.
Their sacrifice echoes through time and space,
A solemn reminder of the perilous chase.

Black lung, cruel companion, an insidious foe,
Creeping through lungs, like the underground's woe.
For those who succumbed to its merciless breath,
In the quiet of memory, we mourn their untimely death.

A memorial stands, a tribute profound,
To the miners who labored, in the mines they were bound.
Their names etched in stone, a testament true,
To the courage and sacrifice, to the coal miner's crew.

In the hushed corridors, where memories reside,
We honor the miners, with hearts opened wide.
For those who faced darkness, in the earth's secret halls,
Their legacy lives on, within these memorial walls.