自从有了煤
                               浩瀚的煤海深处
                               就伫立着这样一座碑
                               鲜花落叶在春风秋雨
                               酷暑严寒里
                               拖着满身的伤痛
                               陨落在高大的碑体下面
                               随着岁月的河流
                               向着未来慢悠悠地流淌

                               那座碑建在
                               煤海绿草如茵的深处
                               罡风呼啸
                               松柏林森
                               淹没了一代又一代矿工们的脚步
                               淹没了一代又一代矿工们的呐喊
                               静静地
                              默默地
                               守候着矿工们的痴痴希望
                               美美回想

                               那座碑
                               是一代又一代矿工们
                               不  不仅仅是矿工们
                               还有那些得到了煤炭恩惠的人们
                               口头流传的声声不息的故事
                               算不得什么奠基仪式
                               谈不上耗费资财民力
                               却似荒山野草一样岁枯岁荣
                               丹青历史
                              舍不得或缺

                               那座碑
                               告诉一代又一代
                               有形与无形就是这样不可思议
                               就是这样述说并记载着历史
                               看见了吗
                               那座碑就建在煤海的深处
                               煤海的天空里
                               煤海的地层下面
                               煤海人的目光记忆思念歌声中
                               从来就没有须臾离去