Yellow stars on our arms, on our doors,
White knuckles clenched in fear,
Orange flames burning ever closer,
Red and black swastikas advancing.

We fled
For our lives,
To the winding alleys
Of this strange mountain town.
We painted
For our souls,
These walls,
These doors,
This ground,
We painted it blue.

As many shades of blue
As the changing sky,
As many different hues
As there are versions of G-d.
We breathe again,
Soothed
By the colours of sanctuary,
Cradled
In the colours of Heaven.