The Door Lyrics - Singles - Martin Page

Hannah is dreaming, she's young once again 

She stands with her brother, with thousands of men 

Her head has been shaven by a black uniform 

She's one of God's children that waits at the door 

Tears on her pillow, she tightens her lips 

Touches the number tattooed on her wrist 

The sign says, 'Treblinka', again she can't breathe 

For all of the children she'll always see 

They're her constant companions, six hundred souls 

In the doors of the chambers, there's one door of hope 

That would open to the forest and fields covered green 

Where all of God's children again would be free 

And they came out of the tunnels, went over in waves 

She'd run with the others over the graves 

As the watchtowers tumble in an ocean of fire 

Some of God's children escaped through the wire 

Slowly 'round the raven flies, scours the trees 

Where they hide, the beast, he threatens, "You won't survive" 

She raises her fist and whispers in her sleep 

"I am going to live, I am going to live" 

Sunlight has risen in her garden today 

Hannah is watching, her grandchildren play 

She hears the bells ringing in a town far away 

For all of God's children who died for this day