my heart went out to Mr Szpilman, what a film what can I say my thoughts below

Rating: 10/10 (4 February 2006)

They were the lucky ones, Ashes on the wind. Who fed the fires of hatred, Women, children died within. For I must live a living hell, My mind forever scorched. With cries of fear, of terror, Dreams of bodies torched. They were the lucky ones, A bullet through the head. Or those who worked their lives away, And left among the dead. The ones they tortured, screaming, Till they could scream no more. I still see, their lifeless carcases, Piled high upon the floor. My mind's still locked inside those walls, For me there's no release. Though years have past, I'm free now, Can someone help me please. I've carried the burden of living, For the past fifty years. Just let me meet my maker. See if he's shed any tears. I've cried enough.