Here, in this now silent,

empty, unforgotten place ~

where people were numbered and counted, and

the look of hunger was common

on each face ~~

Here, where green grass takes hold

and Life battles its way through

memories of families of old ~~

Here in Birkenau, life starts anew.

Here Life proves to us again

that it cannot be stamped out

forever, because of evil men;

It comforts the Souls of those who doubt.

A bit of green between the concrete block

comes with the springtime weather, at no cost,

where even now, ghostly shadows walk;

It hallows the ground where lives were lost ~