I found myself learning about these pit ponies,
How they worked down in these coal mines.
How they were born down there,
In the dark.
How they lived and worked down there,
And how they died down there,
In the dark.
Foals pulled coal carts in tunnels,
And slept covered in soot,
In the dark.
And how they never knew the sun,
Or the way they were meant to be,
In the light.
I found myself thinking about these pit ponies,
Wondering am I so messed up?
That I relate to them.
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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