The shovel goes down into the earth.
And comes up full of dirt.
Again and again he continues this task.
He was unaware how much time had passed.
He didn't know how much longer he could last.
He would not waiver; he was steadfast.
Through blood, sweat and tears,
Through hunger, pain and fears.
Through the darkness.
Through the sadness.
Through the madness.
He would not stop this.
He's got a mission.
A goal he envisioned.
He kept digging and digging continuously digging.
He's close to the bottom, he can feel it.
Few more swings and he'll hit it.
His arms are burning.
His back is aching.
His...