I have learned. I am not alone

Heave

There’s no breathing space
Our strenght melted away with the sun
We worked till our fatigue spelt
Truce to the wars we fought
Our white flags, our sweat
Veer
Because the night will never come
Blood shot eyes, the moist from our skin
Is a mock-up for rain watering the land
We look up, we see doom. Down? We see woe
There is no breathing space
So we choose to heave with grace.

LARDO