There might be clouds of black smoke in the air
But lives were built upon labors from the source
Sounds of manufacturing, or engines of commerce
Allowed steel men and families to receive a share
The sweat of labors, the financial gain of a workforce
Some might see pollution, waste into air, or waters
But others would see before them a chance to just live
They work for a piece of the dream, to raise family
But the world we want is different than what we see
What we do is different than what makes us free
