When Charlotte Salomon strode off this stage
She left behind her art that scribed her grief.
Each gouache painting really was a page;
A side that she had read in disbelief.

Discovering that dear ones self-destroyed,
It was her burden to accept this truth.
Confronting all of this, she still employed
Her mind and skill to paint her short-lived youth.

Auditions are not always held, it's true.
You may be simply cast to play your part.
She filled her role, and paid her proper due,
And found the love that soothed her needy heart.

She was not forced to die without a friend,
Her unborn child was with her in the end.