To live a day at Dachau is to die a little bit.
To feel the fear of Dachau is to tremble as you sit.
To walk the roads of Dachau, takes the life right from your breath.
To smell the soot of Dachau, takes statistics out of death.
To see the sun at Dachau is to wonder why it’s bright.
To find the truth of Dachau is to know there’s wrong and right.
To touch the trees of Dachau, reminds you life still lives.
To pass a friend at Dachau, reminds you God still gives.
To enter the gates of Dachau is to read “Arbeit Macht Frei.”
To leave the gates of Dachau is to know man’s greatest lie.