The Door - Martin Page

Hannah is dreaming

She’s young once again

She stands with her brother

With thousands of men

Her head has been shaven

By a black uniform

She’s one of God’s children

That waits at the door

Tears on her pillow

She tightens her lips

Touches the number

Tattooed on her wrist

The sign says Treblinka

Again she can’t breathe

For all of the children

She’ll always see

They’re her constant companions

Six hundred souls

In the doors of the chambers

there’s one door of hope

That would open to the forest

And fields covered green

Where all of God’s children

Again would be free

And they came out of the tunnels

Went over in waves

She’d run with the others

Over the graves

As the watchtowers tumble

In an ocean of fire

Some of God’s children

Escaped through the wire

Slowly 'round

The raven flies

Scours the trees

Where they hide

The beast he threatens

You won’t survive

She raises her fist

And whispers in her sleep

I am going to live!

I am going to live!

Sunlight has risen

In her garden today

Hannah is watching

Her grandchildren play

She hears the bells ringing

In a town far away

For all of God’s children

Who died for this day