Shadows on the wall

A woman crying
a baby with no mother
You fall down
We walk no further
A few cold stones
Arbeit macht frei
You haven't come here to think
You've come here to die
A cough in another room
A shell is landing
a hungry child
no understanding
Battered twisted
deprived of liberty
animals
caged and ugly

There is green grass
rivers and trees
flowers dip their heads
gently in the breeze
And in the night
the calls of owls,
Alone
A wolf howls.

Nothing no longer

Leaves are coming down
a car goes by
I am the last swallow summer left
a cloud in the sky

In the street outside
someone is singing
a car is burning
someone has died.

I wish I could have told you
I wish I had known
If wishes were wings
I would have flown

You have chained me
enslaved me
I became what you made me
You had no claim on me

Leaves are falling down
pile up on rainsoaked ground
There isn't a sound
There isn't a sound