Footsteps on the stairs,
Dog barking below.

Knees quaking,
threaten to buckle,
Why do I do this?

"I wont' be your winter...
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry."

Presents cast aside,
Feelings thrown in the gutter,
A Jew's treatment in 1939.

Maybe she should jsut turn
and Run.

So afraid,
So quiet,
So not Me.