• A proud star am I,
    A happy star,
    Till the day they came,
    They with the crooked cross,
    My lovely star,
    They tore it to shreds,
    Trampled it and left it-
    Gasping in the mud like a fish without water,

    Away we went on foreign trains,
    Without anything to quench our thirst and aching bellies,
    How simple we wished it were,
    Our freedom gone,
    Lost in the dust,
    Torn away from all that we held dear,
    Cast we were behind skeletal electric fences,
    To die within these horror bound walls,

    Hustle and bustle,
    Hour to hour its just one long day that slowly turns into months,
    Mother is gone she went yesterday,
    My sister long before that,
    Father is barely treading along,
    And I?
    Do I even dare to keep going?
    Surely there is no way out from this bleak and desperate hole,

    Thin and weak we work even harder,
    Accepting what punishment is thrown at us,
    Though we never deserved it,
    Why should we the Jews and these other poor people,
    Have to suffer through this unfair justice?
    Suffer through it just because of what we are and choose to follow?

    These guards that torment us,
    Where is their Empathy?

    I want to be unburdened from this star labeled mantle,
    If only just to be free,
    Away from these tortures,
    Let me rise from my shell of a body,
    Let me fly away from these horrors you have inflicted,
    Forever ingrained upon my memory,
    I close my eyes,
    The tears of wrong doing still show,

    Salvation rests upon our door,
    Begging and desperate we flood through,
    I touch the grass outside those demented gates,
    A soldier helps me to my feet,
    I taste sweet freedom upon my lips,
    More fulfilling than honey as it drips through my soul and body,
    I’m living in it now,
    My blooming flower of freedom.