Can you hear my calling?
I feel my spirit falling.
This place doesn't fell right.
I squeeze your hand tight.
I see your crying face,
All hopes lost in space.
When we die,
I hope we can fly,
Like angels in the sky
When I saw the guard
I knew it would be too hard
To let you go
I feel my spirit falling.
This place doesn't fell right.
I squeeze your hand tight.
I see your crying face,
All hopes lost in space.
When we die,
I hope we can fly,
Like angels in the sky
When I saw the guard
I knew it would be too hard
To let you go
I wrote this as a school assignment on the Holocaust.
I added some words to the original,
so those of you who recognize it will know why it seems fimiliar.
