to Mommy
Mommy, I hope that this note reaches you
With my last bit of strength it's the best I could do
It's not our last 'good-bye', though they will not give
me any last hope for a chance I will live
(but) I'm still here -- and I believe
in the impossible - that this war will end soon
And I know that any time I can die
I hope and pray this day's not my last
My death won't change a thing
My body will be dust and I'll be forgotten
And wars won't change a thing
It's only killing and hate - NOT "The Final Solution"
Mommy, last night I had a beautiful dream
That I married my love and we lived happily
There was no chance to tell him and he'll never know
we could have a family and watch our kids grow
Later we'll see them leave on their own
But that's just a dream and I'm here all alone.
I'll never have the chance to be free
and make that dream a reality
My death won't change a thing
My body will be dust and I'll be forgotten
And wars won't change a thing
Everyday I ask 'why all the killing ?
Everyday I ask 'why
I've been given this life'?
When soon they'll take it from me -- cruelly
I've done nothing wrong
How can I be strong
In this life
When they take away my reason for living?
Mommy, I hope that this note reaches you
with my last bit of strength...
