Audrey Auld Mezera DOWN IN A HOLE I never grew up in a mining town But I’ve been down in a hole I never cried while my lungs turned black But I cry for the black of my soul I stood in fear as the walls caved in Trapped in the darkness alone I cried for help, no one heard So I cried for the black of my soul Down in a hole, down in a hole Crying for the black of my soul I’ve seen the yellow birdie die I heard my poor mother moan I’ve been below the water line Down in the black of my soul If love is the shelter in this forsaken place Why am I down in a hole? Digging through years of blood and mud Mining the black of my soul Down in a hole, down in a hole Mining the black of my soul There is a prayer the miners use “Don’t bury me in a hole” I’m praying hard so I won’t be Buried in the black of my soul I’m praying hard so I won’t be Lost in the black of my soul Down in a hole, down in a hole Lost in the black of my soul © AUDREY AULD MEZERA 2004 (Control)