Sachsenhausen

You went to see your son
 Could not stay too long
 Did you think of his tiny hand
 In no man's land?
 You were just a young lad
 Didn't mind to be a dad
 Fascists then came
 For the end game
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 I stand up to my fears
 After so many years
 Walking towards your jail
 Chasing your trail
 Then I saw the gate
 No future, no fate
 'Work sets you free'
 Next time you might be free
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 The barracks, the beds
 Watchtowers, the meds
 White walls with a stench
 The bleach, the long bench
 The wooden foot shape
 You sitting on a crate
 The pot, the silver spoon
 Breath under the Moon
 I stand up to my fears
 After so many years
 Walking around your jail
 Chasing your trail
 Not easy to stand my ground
 Staring eyes with no sound
 Walking around your jail
 I stand and I vail