i'm watching a documentary
about young girl from toronto
didn't dawn on me there's mine
north of niagara falls, unheard
on my part; well it's reality, true
they mine their hills too, for coal
i remember cold by lake's breeze
frozen in winter and live in summer
digging my car out of frozen snow
pushing my neighbor's car to start
it's living experience from extreme
to comfort while kids are growing
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