Ironworkers In The Sky Poem by john mylius

It's late at night, the moon is bright, and perched up in the sky
A silhouette of cold dark steel rises straight and high
A skeleton of structure, a strength for all to see
The backbone of a Skyscraper, the Lifeblood and the Energy of
Ironworkers in the Sky

A sound of exclamation, from the passersby below
A shower of Hot Steel and Fire, falls from a welder's glow
'I wouldn't do it For the World '
Onlookers Lightly Muse
'They must all be Crazy, They must all be some kind of Fools'
Ironworkers in the Sky

Five o'clock Alarm is ringing, Loud and in my head
Get up before the sunrise, time to crawl out from my bed
Strappin' on My Old tool Belt, time to do it Once again
My Strength is in My own two hands GOD gave me, and the Hands of my friends
Ironworkers in the Sky