The German Camp.

I'm running towards my only hope
I'm sick of the screams and cries,
anyone who tries to run
will never fail to die.

Thoughts are running through my head
I feel so weak that I can't run,
I know one day that I'll be dead
so I'm looking out for number one.

I have a really bad feeling
that I'm gonna get shot down,
My heart feels sorry for everyone
in this tortured place they call a town.

This is one of Hitlers camps
so I'm trying to escape and run quick,
and as I fall hard to the ground
I know that I have been hit.

Daniel Moore 3.10.06