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The Kelly Song Collective
St. Bartholomew’s Skin
I raised her body from the straw
They let us bury her out back
Like my brother and sister before
Cages uniform and black
Being taken was my fear
Pain and hunger passed
We said we won’t be broken
Spirits, bones and glass
Some will shrug their shoulders
When the trucks roll in
But I’m healing, I’m not suffering now
Wearing St. Bartholomew’s skin
My mother kept a journal
I found it when she died
Must not allow children to believe
That evil can divide
The shape of your idol
Doesn’t mean a thing to me
If you’re taking our bodies
Or taking history
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© Michael Worthington Music 2019

Notes from a Holocaust survivor.
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