Hannah is dreaming, she's young once again   She stands with her brother, with thousands of men   Her head has been shaven by a black uniform   She's one of God's children that waits at the door      Tears on her pillow, she tightens her lips   Touches the number tattooed on her wrist   The sign says, 'Treblinka', again she can't breathe   For all of the children she'll always see      They're her constant companions, six hundred souls   In the doors of the chambers, there's one door of hope   That would open to the forest and fields covered green   Where all of God's children again would be free      And they came out of the tunnels, went over in waves   She'd run with the others over the graves   As the watchtowers tumble in an ocean of fire   Some of God's children escaped through the wire      Slowly 'round the raven flies, scours the trees   Where they hide, the beast, he threatens, "You won't survive"   She raises her fist and whispers in her sleep   "I am going to live, I am going to live"      Sunlight has risen in her garden today   Hannah is watching, her grandchildren play   She hears the bells ringing in a town far away   For all of God's children who died for this day