He raised his hand to wave goodbye
Saw the pain in mother's eyes
Who left her little precious boy of four
In a citadel of ashen stone
That preached a faith unlike his own
Perhaps he just may yet survive this war
In the shadows stood a man in black
My child he said, you must not look back
Yet one image lingered, the tears on her face
"Shema, Shema Israel"
Know that there is but one
When you feel pain, when you rejoice
Know how he longs to hear your voice
"Hashem Helokenu Hashem
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