Hannah is dreamingShe's young once againShe stands with her brotherWith thousands of menHer head has been shavenBy a black uniformShe's one of God's childrenThat waits at the doorTears on her pillowShe tightens her lipsTouches the numberTattooed on her wristThe sign says "Treblinka"Again she can't breatheFor all of the childrenShe'll always seeThey're her constant companionsSix hundred soulsIn the doors of the chambersthere's one door of hopeThat would open to the forestAnd fields covered greenWhere all of God's childrenAgain would be freeAnd they came out of the tunnelsWent over in wavesShe'd run with the othersOver the gravesAs the watchtowers tumbleIn an ocean of fireSome of God's childrenEscaped through the wireSlowly 'roundThe raven fliesScours the treesWhere they hideThe beast he threatens"You won't survive"She raises her fistAnd whispers in her sleep"I am going to live!I am going to live!"Sunlight has risenIn her garden todayHannah is watchingHer grandchildren playShe hears the bells ringingIn a town far awayFor all of God's childrenWho died for this day