Last year we fled our home to hide ourselves behind the bookshelf
We live in silence while the men come work below
And now the only one to know my thoughts will be my diary
Still I can't help but dream of Hollywood, somehow
How I miss our home
I miss outside
How I want to go
Go back home
And now they've found us and we're herded to the camps we dreaded
My father's gone away, will I see his face again?
My mother tells us if we pass away, we'll meet in heaven
But I don't want to die; I want to live and grow
How I want to go
Away from here
How I wish we could
Go back home
And now we've gotten sick just like the other children held here
There is no way to keep our fragile bodies here
It's just my sister and myself, but it won't be much longer
I think we're going to see our mother very soon
So we're coming home, to meet our Lord
Yes, we're coming home, we're coming home
So I'm coming home, to meet my Lord
Yes, I'm coming home, I'm coming home