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Daddy how could they do what they did
You were just a little kid
They took you from your nice warm home
And put you on a train to roam

Throughout the countryside you sped
When you get to the camp you will have a bed
You arrive at the camp a sign you see
Arbeit Mach Frei work will set you free

Get off the train they yelled
For everyone a uniform they held
They put a number on your arm
Like branded cattle on a farm

A yellow star they sewed on you
To let them know you were a Jew
Then you marched from Auschwitz to Buchenwald
Where nasty names you were called

One day you heard the shots and shouts
I am so happy you were able to get out
But I will not forget the millions who
Were killed just because they were Jews.

I hear a rumbling in the distance
Oh what can it be
Its the train to Dachau
The little girl says to me

But mommy why are we going there
What is their to do
Will their be other people
With stars on their clothes too

They took your father yesterday
To this very awful place
Where working will set you free
I hope that is the case

The train it has arrived
We must now say goodbye
And go forth to another place
Where the ashes fill the sky.

Those that came before me were silent
I can not be silent
I must speak for those who can not
Six million can not speak for they are gone
Six million murdered in the gas chambers
I can not be silent

Who am I but a child
A child of one who survived
Survived the torture, beatings, and experiments
Survived death
His parents did not survive
I can not be silent

Where are they now
The ones who remain
The doctors, the butchers, the killers, the experimentors
Why don't we speak out against them
Silence killed the six million
Silence will not kill me
For I can not be silent.