Standing still, wondering if it's life or death.
Praying & Hoping, on every single breath.
Wishing for peace, freedom, and happiness,
yet in so much pain from all the distress.
When will the Germans let him free?
But one may ask, will he ever be?

This boy, so innocent and young,
standing still, thinking am I going to be hung?
Standing Still, grasping the fence so tight,
hoping that he will be alright.
Wishing for acceptance and relief ,
yet wondering if he will come out of this coma,
of disbelief.
When will he get the food he needs?
But when will he get the bandages for when he bleeds?
This boy, so tender and sweet,
standing still, waiting to defeat