Where is your grave?
Where did you die?
Why did you away?
Why did you leave
Your little girl
That rainy autumn day?
I still can hear
The words you spoke:
"You tell the world, my child."
Your eyes as green
As emeralds
Were quiet and so mild.
You held my hand
Your face was white
And silent like a stone,
You pressed something
Into my palm...
And then...then you were gone.
I suffered, but
I didn't cry:
The pain so fierce, so deep...
It pierced my heart
And squeezed it dry.
And then, I fell asleep.
Asleep in agony
And dreams...
A nightmare that was true...
I heard the shots,
The screams that came
From us, from me and you.
I promised I would
Tell the world...
But where to find the words
To speak of
Innocence and love,
And tell how much it hurts...
About those faces
Weak and pale,
Those dizzy eyes around,
And countless lips
That whispered "help"
But never made a sound...
To tell about
The loss...the grief
The dread of death and cold,
Of wickedness
And misery...
O, No!...it can't be told.
For Yom Ha'Shoah
into the other world...the other place
where language fails and imagery defies,
denies man's consciousness...and dies
upon the altar of insanity.
Come, take this giant leap with me
into the other world...the other place
and trace the eclipse of humanity...
where children burned while mankind stood by,
and the universe has yet to learn why
...has yet to learn why.