Blond hair blue eyesLet us not die
Pushes us into the camp
As if they are the champ
Let us make a plan
To escape the hate
With our little clan
Lets not test fate
Family and friends burned
This is it we've got to turn
Too weak to run or fight
Lets try at night
Time to wake
Now it is time
Let us test fate
make not a chime
So goes the little band
Attempt to make it to new land
But alas a shirt snagged
On the barb wire fence flagged
Ones blood
The cause of the flood
But yet they still run
They try for the sun
The sirens wail
Time to set sail
To slow the men are here to quell
So there they fell
Billy
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