Bread and Roses

BREAD AND ROSES

I need bread
I know it well
But I got roses
In my hair
And I’ll sing
And dance
‘till dawn
‘till my feet
Start bleeding
And even then
You won’t hear me
Complaining
‘cause I got used
To suffering
And fighting
For what I need

Look at me
Young man
Look at my
Bony hands
Memories
Of hard work
Among the lines
On my palms
Can’t you see
The sleepless nights?
Can’t you hear
The endless sighs?

Come on, now
Young man
Sing with me
And hold my hand
We need bread
We know it well
But we got roses

In our hair