First I saw the smoke clear
Then the planes flying overhead
The angels swept in to take the dead
It was then when I vowed
Never to kill again

Hitler's men burnt down the synagogue
Too, they set matches to my picture of you
I questioned God for the first time since birth
The light from above did not shine so brightly
Like the sun bleaching my hair on a summer afternoon
Our neighbors cried out without praise for Jesus
The streets, a Sabbath awaiting the next full moon

Can anyone tell me where goes yesterday,
And today?
Then comes tomorrow, rushed away

They etched the names of those dead
Onto a slab of cement
Thousands of lives lost
Only room for a name
On that 8 by 10 cement box
Generations of elation lost
To one man's cause

I opened my text book,
And in glory and gore
Came the story of a junkie
The world stood still for
The prophecy of Satan
Holding a political position
Almost came true on all Hallows Eve, of 1941
70 years and then some
Still, have failed to undo
What overnight, one man
And his army of goats
Left like a flag, taunting the country side
So many hearts broken
So many life stories,
Books bound, then undone

Centuries after Jesus
Arrived then revised the Old Testament
He sent a message of hope, and love
But his disciples, like men do
Bent the story, then broke it in two
Pulled it long ways, then high
To make up for what was lost
Only God is perfect,
And man is the only animal who is flawed

So, I walked
My back awaiting bullets from the battlefield
I shed my suit of lies
Threw my hat into the mud,
The gray skies echo this ominous feeling
The world could end today and I'd be happy
The rain kissed my face
My lips had been thirsty for relief for so much time
It’s amazing the things we learn to live with
I feel betrayed,
I know I've been brain washed
But it is not us who inflict the pain who bear the cost

I squat, and press my hands to the scorched earth
Feel her pain race through my veins
First a shock tickling my funny bone
I recall the Giver
He bared the pain of all this world's memories
And he felt the joy too,
Of an infant in his mother's arms
Safe from harm and whatever Adam and Eve brought into this world
It’s a shame, but I know
That no matter how sorry you are
You will not heal the scars you inflicted,
That is forever
Mother and teacher,
You gave me the gift of life
You supply the night which guards me on my journeys
And the sun who feeds the plants who nourish me
You will never know how sorry I am
Should I return to you this instant
I will have escaped all this hate and sickness
I will be the first one out of this circus
And I will lock the doors behind me
Let the howling dogs of Hell do their deeds

I am going to America,
Little did I know
That no matter how far I go
My memory will chase me
She will not let me sleep without remembering
I am bound to her like roots bound to the earth
Though I pray daily,
I know God will never forgive me.

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