and it was yesterday | final version

years go by and memories are lost in the fog
but are still just as painful
yellowed photographs so often nestled into the heart
remind us that they lived among us

Grandma has still a long number on the forearm
She often said that it is her name
given her by the baptism of war ...

I listen to the story as a dark horror
close my eyes and look grandmother's eyes
eyes of a frightened child
into the world that has been taken from her without her consent
in to this world who got it though did not want to

at night I pray for peace
I pray that my children never knew about hunger
to be able to enjoy every moment
and that they can build a future as the desire

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