The Seventh Cross
""Here we march through the snow here we lie in the mud. The wind aches like a thousand on my skin my walk mechanic. My thoughts far away unable to act feel numb to the distress. I cant remember freedom forgot all faces I loved. No cry for help through the wire my existence a number on my skin. It will take all my power my last will to live. I hear the sirens. Searching lights roam through the night reports bloodhounds and hunters orders are clear our tombs already dug. Our names on the crosses. I'm running no looking back no feelings at all will I be free? Will I be free at last? Will I ever kiss your face again? The sun will be mine again and I'll feel the rain feelings return from my body. I can't believe that I'm still alive. Now I remember your face your words your smile.""