Struggles

I am a sister, I am a mother, I am the daughter of a Jew.
If I don't go, if I don't flee, the Nazis will get me too.

My child is in my arms, the bag's on the floor, and the door is open wide.
The Nazis are standing right there, and there's no way I can hide.

My baby is scared as they take her away, away from me.
They take me also. I want to scream. I want to hold my baby.

At the camp, I began to cry, and I know I'm finally going to die.
They're going to kill me, and all I can do is cry.

I don't know anyone, I see no family or friends. No one.
I shiver from the wind. The clouds have blocked the sun.

I hear a baby's cry. Could it be my child? The baby I gave birth?
I run. I need to see if it's my baby. I try for all it's worth.

I follow the small cry. I follow it desperately. I struggle to hear.
I don't care if they're chasing me. I just want my baby near.

The crying stops. No! Where's my baby's voice? My guide through the dark? Where?
I'm crying without noticing. I'm tearing out my hair.

I'm in the gas chamber, holding my child. The one whose life was taken.
If they think they will kill me too, they must be mistaken.

Before they kill me, Before I murdered, I fall into a deep sleep.
My baby's small body, by my heart I will keep.

I felt my organs shut down as the gas flowed in silently. Killing me.
But I kill myself in the end, because I refuse to breathe.