Stay Strong

Marching through
The town we knew
Knowing now
The rumors were true

The yellow stars
Sewn to our shirts
We will not cry
Although we're hurt

We're outcasts now
No one cares
Thrown onto trains
With smoky air

The soldiers watch
With beady eyes
Ignoring all the
Helpless cries

We see the camp
From afar
We all hold hands
And pray to the stars