Mother tucks me in at night, but she knows I cannot sleep
Some nights I hear the shouts
Of evil men with empty glasses
Marching down the streets

Other nights I lie awake with hands pressed to my ears
Father says it’s just a storm
But rain doesn’t explode?
I try to douse the flames with tears

Some nights I lie awake, tormented by my mind
Why have my friends vanished?
Why did they have to wear a star?
Why are people so unkind?

Sometimes I hear a steam engine churning in the night
I wonder where it goes
But every time I ask
No one ever seems to know