I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed.
A wound that will not heal. A heart that cannot feel.
Hoping that the horror will recede.
Hoping that tomorrow we'll all be freed.
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate.
Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother it's too late,
But I must help my mother stand up straight.
Are we the last ones left alive? Are we the only human beings to survive?
I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate.
Are the liberators here? Do I hope or do I fear?
For my father and my brother it's too late,
But I must help my mother stand up straight.