The Working Man

Close your eyes my weary one Rest your head and sleep Although your day is done Tomorrow, you might sit and weep. Because outside your window, There stand many barren trees Looking like the empty hopes, With the leaves, dying like dreams. I have live many years Seen and shed many tears, With bloody hands and busted bones, And I have heard, that painful moan. So rest your head my tired Man And close your eyes and cry, Because many families I have seen fed, When only the Fathers had died. And I have seen the working man Working hard with other men at their side, While fighting to protect and defend what they own With only GOD, upon their side. So close you're eyes a father Clasp your hands together and pray, Pray for your wife and for your Children And pray to greet them another day. As we have fought the battles To put our country back on her feet But now again, we are forsaken So close your eyes, and weep. But then their is your Family And the home where you do live, Be proud you were there when tomorrow came And many will be proud, that you had lived. Open your eyes my weary one Stand up and clap your hand Be proud of what that you have built But be prouder because you are a working Man. So give a laugh and and then give a cheer For together once again we made our stand, And forget about your worries and your fears Because GOD does not forsake, a working Man. Randy L. McClave