Aryn Michelle

The Harvest
-Aryn Michelle 2009

The day starts long before the sunrise
worn hands, weary hands, young hands, my hands
no playground on this field, wearing perfume of pesticide
dollars for a day, for a day, a few dollars for a day

got keep on moving, a slave to the harvest
working this land from the south to the north and
hoping this pay is worth the cost, and praying our dreams aren’t lost
lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest

the days and months fly by, new town every sunrise
little brother, little sister been raised to know no other way
mile after mile this cycle, never slows, never dies
dollars for a day, for a day, a few dollars for a day

so we’re gonna keep on moving, child of the harvest
working this land from the south to the north and
hoping this pay is worth the cost, and praying our dreams aren’t lost
lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest

I wanna dream of another reality, where I can grow, oh, where I can breathe
I wanna be free from sickness and pain, free from the road and never ending days
I wanna dream of the me I could become if I had the chance and a little luck
I wanna be in control of my life cause this don’t feel right, it don’t feel right

keep on moving, slave to the harvest
working this land from the south to the north and
hoping this pay is worth the cost, and praying our dreams aren’t lost
so we’re gonna keep on moving, child of the harvest
working this land from the south to the north and
hoping this pay is worth the cost, and praying our dreams aren’t lost
lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest, lost in the harvest