I spent my life inside a ghetto
I remember the time when I was thirty-two pounds
The times when I just narrowly escaped death
Because of mother, her voice bouncing in my head
I could tell you of the struggles the pain and the hunger
There were times of pure agony when I thought I would die
There were times when I saw Father's ghost in my dreams
How many times had there been a gun turned on me
Those were the times when my sisters came to mind
The words in my head were so utterly jumble
But I could feel in my bones it was not time to go
The weight of my thoughts didn't affect me
All that I remember is that I couldn't die now
I would live for my mother my father my brother
I would live until my time could be felt
I would not give up I would never surrender
That just what they want I cannot give them that
I would do what I'm told but not give up hope
I could here God's voice coming down from the clouds
Most of the time prayers rolled through my head
Prayers to the Father and up to my friends
I am the only on left out of sixty-three people
My family and friends have all left and ascended to God
I have been chosen to survive through this trauma
I have been given a chance to live my own life
At the age of thirteen my thoughts were quite creative
I have been the one who's chosen that must mean something good
Maybe I'm supposed to do something great
Maybe I'm supposed to just be defiant
Defiant of Hitler and murderous plan
Suppose I am great but I just didn't yet know didn't Maybe I'm not and I'm just being crazy
But now that I see what my life turned out to be
I see what God wanted me to be He wanted me to be normal
Just like all the others He wanted Hitler see his own mistake
As I look back on my memory Just as vivid as before
I could tell you that a memory can be so very cruel
I still have haunting nightmares still have my tattoo
Still remember screaming as my mother got burned alive
The memory still taunts me even though it's done
