I stood at the crossroads
In the morning dust
I didn’t know where to turn
I didn’t know whom to trust

I watched the cowards fill up
All the roads out of town
While the Resistance was rearming
And heading underground

I didn’t know where you were

So I turned and I walked home alone
Knowing full well my last chance to go
Was behind me now
Like the innocence I’d once known

And then the occupiers came
But I looked for you all the same

I didn’t know where you were

I searched through the houses and flats
But you were nowhere to be found
I searched through the alleys and streets
Till I was forced underground

Into the sewers with the comrades and the brats
The poison and the rats

I didn’t know where you were

The ghettos were gone when I came up for air
I searched through the rubble to see if you were there
I scoured the ruins of the churches
Synagogues, and graves
Looking for the one that I needed to be saved

Until I heard a ‘crack’
And I felt the bullet in my back

I didn’t know where you were

But as I lie
Down to die
In the blood-soaked cobblestone streets of Warsaw
I swore I saw
Your face

Freedom, freedom…