The metro leaves in five minutes
crowds like fog mist my eyes
where is my love in this turmoil
she goes before snow fall

My hands have a cold chilling bitter bite
I must find her with all my might
just to hold her again
so I struggle and fight

I know I will never see her again
for where she goes I so do know
my heart and undying love
to them just another undesirable
just another Jew

How wicked to be oppressed
how do they judge wrong from right
she has committed no crime
but she is going to the end of the line


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris