They told us we’ll be safe They said we would not die They said they would not hurt us We’re the apple of Hitler’s eye Soon they took away my hair And drew all over my skin I feel that my life is over “Help me” I am so thin Can you see the number on my skin? Near enough the amount of times I’ve been beaten Hours, weeks, months have passed And I still haven’t eaten Please take a look at me Just look at my face Why does it seem to matter so much That I’m not part of the Aryan race. Thank the Lord! The time has come I’m going for a shower How long am I going to live? A month, a year, an hour? It’s happened now my time is up Many years were fun Maybe I’ll see you again My life here... is done.