Your stomach is cramping, the ground feels like glass.
You hope and you pray that this storm shall pass.
Stripped of your belongings with a number as a name,
Perhaps sent to work, perhaps sent to flame.
It's survival of the fittest—if you're weak you will die.
Take life day by day while the world turns a blind eye.
Don't disrespect, avoid temptation of greed.
You will survive day by day on less than you need.
Hitler keeps his promises—to you it is fact.
Is it even possible to survive the war intact?
People come and they go, the camp is a revolving door.
One face disappears to be replaced with ten more.
Bodies piling up left and right.
Too afraid of death, you can't sleep at night.
"The Allies draw nearer"—to this news you are numb.
It's hard to feel emotion for whatever may come.
Then in a whirlwind you are back on a train.
The facts of what happened are hard to obtain.
"The Allies have come"—your mouth falls a gape.
Physically free, but no mental escape.