• Under the steps we hide,
    No one we can trust,
    Only in each other we can confide,
    Hitler and his horrible bloodlust.

    We are nothing but people,
    You are too.
    We look towards the old steeple.
    And see that our old life is through.

    Fast forward to the future.
    Where all seems fine.
    Nobody is being killed or Captured.
    Where everyone can shine.

    Or so it seems to us.
    We can't ride our bicycles,
    or a car, train or bus.
    Our time melting like icicles.

    Gas Showers and Graves
    Are all we see ahed.
    In the time we are worked like slaves.
    What did we do to deserve this deathbed?