WORDS By Elizabeth Weiss de Csepel All words were said All someone cared to hear All I could tell them Of life there and here The scenes no other eyes will see From envied rich girl to lorn refugee Having lived history in the making Undergone all it takes taking Heartrending changes that befell My passage through heaven and hell Of guilt for just having survived The Holocaust where others died A miracle that I’m still here A fount of facts to all who care to hear Because so much is left unsaid When I am dead