The Hell of Dachau

Walking thru the gates of, This hell known as Dachau, Looking at the words, "Arbeit Nacht Frei" " Work sets you free" I see them in their pinstripped clothes, Torn, Dirty hanging off their bodies, Seeing their bones, these skeletons, Barely walking Barely moving Bringing tears to my eyes, Telling me they wanna go home. I'm a sensitive, I can feel them, see them, I tell them the war is over, You need to go home, Your family is waiting. They put their hand on my shoulder, That's when the other people, See them whispering O.M.G. I hear the prisoners calling, Names out as I look and see , Their families walking thru the fence, Into the arms of their loved ones. Finally, they are truly going home.