It's kind of about the book "Night" by Elie Weisel!.!.!.!.!.
Night
By Kristen R!.
No matter how many stories I read
Or how many movies or plays that I see
I will never know the pain you felt
Back in the day of the Holocaust
The ones that you loved, the young and the old
Suffered, murdered, beaten and sold
Everlasting memories vivid in your mind
Memories of all that you lost
It must have been hard letting go of Mother's hand
You did not know you wouldn't see her again
Your little sister's fate was also unknown
Now the tear in your heart can never be sewn
A young man who lost his faith
Lost his father, lost his way
Everything he knew was stolen from him
Because he was a Jew
Constantly looking death in the face
Emotions buried in the deepest place
Thoughts one cannot comprehend
For millions then it was the end
Evidence now secured behind glass
Though not broken hearts and blood-stained grass
Words on paper in print can never show
Everything you saw and know
There's a time to move on, when all our tears dry
But our memory of you will never die
And when we are left with little hope
We know that we too will make it through the night
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