The Orphan

The Orphan

I stand on the train with my case
Hearing the children’s harsh cries.
My dreams of a holiday crash
By the tears in my mothers eyes

I hate the farmers wife so much
She beats me up all the time
I have to get up from my bed
And the steep hill I must climb

For to fetch the things for the day
Then it’s off to the local church
I pray all the time to myself
But do not escape the priests birch

I want to return home now
To the fields beyond the woods
I shall dance with angels again
Not lashed by the devils in hoods

The Germans destroyed my hometown
My mother went up as well
My father is missing in action

And I’m the lonely orphan
The lonely orphan feeling blue
Just another dead child walking
The victim of world war two

My nightmares are full of screaming
The sound of the wind in my hair
Is destroyed by the alarms calling
Calling me into despair