When I went to Dachau
I expected death
I expected ghosts
And barbed wire
And ash
So much ash
I could not have expected
The still lingering stench of burnt hair
And the weight of a silence so heavy
That it sealed up the sky
A realization
That this is where I would have died
Had fate burdened me to be born
In those dark years
Inside Dachau
Something is still screaming so loud
You become deaf
The horror
The horror
It was my soul that tried to silence
The sorrow
Some part of me was buried there