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Fighting For Freedom

Fighting the war men give their lives,
Grieving children an morning wives,
They worry at home while the men go to fight,
Then cower in shelters throughout the night,
The leaders of countries, who fight from the back,
Who take away the men and make women take the slack,

The Jewish are hunted, they're branded them with stars,
They punch and they kick and leave them with scars,

Wrecking homes, people hide, soldiers laugh, children cried,
Sent to camps where they died, then soldiers laughed but no one cried

Walking in lines directed by guns,
Parted from fathers from mothers are sons,
All put in groups the strong and the weak,
And sent off to futures that look so bleak,
Sent on the trains down to their dooms,

To the concentration camps the go,
Line by line and row by row,
The women and children killed on the way,
Fathers and sons, forces to be slaves every day.

Storming the camps filled like a prison,
Finding the people like rats in a cage,
Some who are young some crumbling with age,
The old and the young all lying so still,
Nobody moving, there was just no will,
Some came to stand to thank there new saviours,
The look on their faces came through in stages,
The soldiers broke down, they started to cry,
The joy filled their faces and they looked to the sky,
The prisoners’ safe, to now live their lives,
To try to find family, there children and wives.

The war is all over but will forever be remembered,
The people we lost whose lives were all ended,
Can forever be found on the wall of the remembered,
Forever in our hearts forever on our minds as they gave their lives,
In rows and in lines,

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