Yom Hashoah
By Dalea
I sit here tonight thinking,
Tomorrow I will light the Yom Hashoah candles
And remember the horror and the help needed
The sorrow and the strength denied.
We had to fight for our right
To live
We must think not of the pain.
Today we are free,
But yesterday was not the same.
We were kept in camps,
Our bodies hurt,
Our hearts much more
We were not free,
We will never be,
On Yom Hasoah night,
We remember the fight.