Martin Page The Door
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
