When they came into our room, I knew what they would say,
You’re going to the furnace, right now, today.
My time has come so fast, and I have to say good-bye,
I loved my life so much, even though I can’t say why.

They hustled me out of the room, into the freezing light,
I can see the starving people, working day and night.
So this is what I get, for believing in my faith,
I’m in line now, with nothing to do but wait.

I don’t want to die, I’m sure that no one does,
So I think about my life, what I’ve done and what I was.
I’ve left behind my family, I wonder where they are,
I’m in this place alone, my loved ones are so far.

A screaming woman is thrown, her body burned to nothing,
At least she tried to fight, and she showed them she was something.
The Nazis are so heartless, killing children and adults,
Dead for their belief, even though it’s not their fault.

The line is getting shorter, I can smell the burning flesh,
The smell of awful hatred, of evil and of death.
What’s the point of life, if mine has to end so soon,
Killed by my enemies, inside that flaming room.

I’m almost to the furnace, and I can feel the heat,
I might as well be dead, it’s the truth I cannot beat.
My heart, it is so sad, this feeling will not pass,
I want to keep on living, at least my soul will last.

Never got to be a doctor, a mother, or a wife,
My hopes and dreams are over, gone with my life.
There’s no one in line but me, so I guess I have to go,
They say you don’t feel it, but how do they know?

No more happy friends, no more summer days,
No more laughs or hugging, or joy in any way.
These are my last moments, and I’m starting to cry.
I want to keep on living, but I can’t, so good-bye.