By Jordan PriddleA girl sat there,Dressed in rags,In the Jewish ghetto,In danger.In her mind she was a princess,Dressed in a silk gown,In a palace,Safe from harm.Around her the war raged on,Fighting battles,In the townNo one was safe.In her mind she was in her own world, Seeing lost family,Living life,Safe from harm.Soldiers invaded homes,Looking for hidden refugees,They found some,No one was safe from harm.In her mind she was back at home,Sitting on her bed,A knock on the door announced her mother, Safe from harm.It would not be long,Before the girl could see her family,A soldier was behind her,Right in harms way.Finally, Safe from harm. this is by Jordan Priddle... not my poem but i found it sad... rate high in honor of all of the jews who survived the holocaust!