I'm in this hole, because I have to be in this hole, because it's safe here. But it's dark here. They put

boards and dirt and grass on top of this hole, and I can't ever look out, because they'd find me. I have to

stay down, where it's safe and dark. Papa arranged it all. He paid the farmer, and then he left me. He

had to get away. I hope he got away. I have to keep loving my Papa, even though I can't see him. And

sometimes I sing to him... (SING)  ...Like that.

     I eat food they throw down. I have three blankets and three books, but not any candles. They'd see

them burning. I can see in the day. I can't see at night. But I see a star sometimes. I sleep on the straw.

I get half wet when it rains, but I don't drown, because they made a drain. This straw was put here for

me, but I don't know if this hole was dug here for me, or if it was here before. I think a lot of  the time,

but I don't like to think. That's why I have to keep on singing... (SING)

     Sometimes I hear voices: good  voices and bad voices. I hear noises like machines and explosions,

and maybe even some screams. When I hear the screams, I close my eyes and my mouth tight. But

when it's safe to get out, I'm gonna run to my Papa and never leave, and always sing to him, not even

like I have to sing now, but happier than this... (SING)

     There's a bucket that I use. I can smell the bucket all the time. And I can smell this hole too.

Sometimes I can even smell myself. Sometimes I get purple berries, but not today. One time I even

got some of their coffee. But I didn't like their coffee. I don't tell them that, because I don't talk to

them. Anyway my voice sounds strange, more like noises than  words, except when I sing... (SING)

     I've got three books: a book about animals, a book about Paris, and a prayer book, but I didn't learn

than language. Papa told me that one day I'd learn that language. It must mean something. Something

must mean something. It has to mean something. It can't all be like it is in this hole, all of the time. I look

at the letters: aleph beth. What if the roof breaks? I'm scared they'll find me. I'm scared they won't find

me. I just have to sing all the time... (SING)

     But one day, when everything stops exploding, they'll take this roof off of me, and they'll tell me that

it's safe, and then they'll pull me all the way up. And I'm gonna walk all around up there, where it's

peace and light and safe. Then I'll be who I really am, instead of like I am  now. And my Papa's gonna

come and bring me home. And we'll eat for at least three days, and always sing. Sing. I have to sing

like this for now... (SING) ...because I'm still in this hole.