Ashes, Ashes


Ashes, Ashes, they all fall to the ground

Where is God? Where is He they all cry out!

Memories branded, families not found,

"God is not with us!" Many of them shout!

A sequence of numbers etched in blue,

A reminder that will not fade away.

They have no name just a wandering Jew. 

There is no end to the pain he has caused,

As they stood in his shadow and cowered,

Until the rescue comes they cease to pause.

Ashes, Ashes, the gray snow is falling,

"Where is God? Where is He?" They are calling.



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