No one ever seemed to know

what really was happening in the land of Germany.


But I knew

and because of that I was standing alone.


No one ever seemed to want to discover

why Jews were killed for silly reasons, like having a living, breathing heart.


But I wanted to

and because of that I was standing alone.


No one ever opened themselves

to the thought of resistance.


But I did

and because of that I was standing alone.


No one ever stood up for the minority

the ones who couldn’t speak for themselves in fear of being kicked to the dirt.


But I stood proud

and I stood alone.