Dedicated to the survivors of the Holocaust |
How I yearn to close my eyes as I swim through The Sea of Faces; I’m lost within this misty mind- My life isn’t mine this time. You stripped me of my humanity- You deprived me of my soul; My eyes of faith are torn away- This torture’s taking its toll. While my eternity sizzles by, I dwell each minute in Hell’s black sky. My life does not matter. My kingdom has no point. To my family I do not anoint. The curse of my family’s blood shall always be on my mind, and through my eternal travels, a cure I’ll not find. It will pierce my thoughts and sear my brain- I only pray that I can live my life sane. Only through your word and the things that you sought; The pain and the sorrow- These things you have brought shall burn also in you and of this I shall say- Till the time that you die, for this deed, you will pay. You always holler and poke at me. The wind screams in my ears; You burn away my reality- My sorrow escapes in my tears. I may not understand now, and perhaps I’ll never know why, but one thing that I will always hear is the piercing sound of my family’s cry. As I swim to the surface of the sea, I see the faces of anguish and misery. Pulling myself out, I am torn apart- You have crushed what’s left of my heart; I ask the question- “When will this cruel war be over?” as I look back one last time in the Sea of Faces. |