They call me a survivor, but did I really survive

I guess I'm still here, but my soul is not alive

Sometimes I start to wonder about how it all began

And what would have happened if I was recalcitrant and just ran


The Holocaust began in 1933

When Hitler came to power in Germany

Taken away from our homes with little to nothing

all we wished was that someone would tell us something


My name is Helga Weiss

and in case you've ever wondered

I was 1 child of the 100

to make it out alive


When I was just twelve years old

The Nazis took me and my family away

I listened to what my mother told

but that was the day it all turned grey


Terezin, was the first camp where I was taken in,

the place in which the Germans performed such sin

We were only allowed 50kg of bags

If only someone saw that as a red flag


Auschwitz, Flossenbürg and Mauthausen

were the other camps that left my mother and I so unspoken,

Homosexuals, Roma but mostly Jews

demanded to know what we were getting into



To help me get through hard days and sleepless nights

I annotated in my diary of all the horrific sights

the details of this camp, will leave you in awe,

this is what I saw


The majority of my friends and family burning

The torture devices from which there's no returning

they called it anti-seminism and that it was despite our religion

My only wish was that it was all fiction


Overworked, dehydration, gas chambers and killed by starvation

all happening to mostly my people in the Nazi concentration

branded with numbers, no longer human beings

all of the agonizing, I am not unseeing


Thankfully I wasn't sent to the Final Solution

because that camp ended in execution

I wonder if any of them had a clue

that that camp would end in their traumatic adieu


It was May 5th of 1945

when we were set free by the Allied forces, but down millions of lives

The images are still engraved in my brain

I may have made it out, but will never be the same