Round and round the dirt path goes. Up and up the red flames rose, blue fingers and black toe, the snow was cold but their hearts were warm. But families were burned and families were torn, parents would cry and children would mourn, babies would die before even born.Running, running always running the Gestapos weren't easy, nor loving, shaving heads and taking your shoes. Auschwitz is where you have everything to lose. Everyday you live in the fears, scared and shaking; covered in tears. Could go for weeks, months, or even years, but in the end we all become one though, how could all of this begun? Dead bodies in a yard, ashes in a room. Auschwitz is where you meet your inevitable doom.