You grasped my hand
and lifted me up...

Dried tears created a stain
that lye's on the little boys cheek...

Momma holds me in her arms
and rocks me till I sleep...

Momma left me out in the scorching heat
she said it was either this or i get beat...

She was supposed to come home
from school today...

On my way to school
and my depression begins to side...

Do you know what it was like
living in the holocaust...

All that really matters
is how other people feel...