The Working Class Heroes

With sleeves rolled up, they work every day,

The working class heroes, who earn little pay.

The ones in between, not quite rich nor poor,

Who fight tooth and nail, to open doors.

They're the ones who struggle, to make ends meet,

With bills to pay, and mouths to feed.

The middle-of-the-road, the average folk,

Who juggle their lives, as if it's a joke.

They dream of more, but life is tough,

The path is narrow, the climb is rough.

The lower rungs of the ladder, they hold so tight,

And hope that someday, they'll reach the light.

Their pockets may be empty, but their spirit's high,

They'll never give up, nor will they die.

The everyday warriors, who toil and strive,

The ones who keep the flame of hope alive.

So let's stand with them, in solidarity and grace,

And help them climb, to a better place.

For they're the backbone, of our society,

The ones who hold up, our economy.

The working class heroes, who never give in,

Who fight for a chance, to win and win.

Their struggles are real, their hearts so pure,

The ones we must cherish, and always adore.