I was standing at the gates looking out at the open skies. Around me, my people worked in back-breaking inhuman conditions at the hands of those bastard Neo-Nazi police men. Every day, we rose before dawn and headed into our tasks and every night, we all prayed with heavy hearts that someday a rescuer would come.

One night, while I laid awake in my bunk, I heard a soft crying from beneath me. It was Winry, a young Wiccan girl from England. I hopped down from my bunk, and huddled next to her, to comfort her a bit.

"Winry, its ok. I've heard the guards talking, and they say that American and Russian soldiers are planning to liberate all the camps. We will be free soon," I whispered.

"What if they don't come? What if the Neo-Nazis chase them away from here? Then what will happen? Who will set us free?" she sobbed.

"They won't. They'll come to rescue us, you'll see," I said. I held her close to me and rocked her to sleep, singing a lullaby my mother used to sing to me,

Many nights we've prayed

With no proof anyone could hear

In our hearts a hopeful song

We barely understood

Now we are not afraid

Although we know there's much to fear

We were moving mountains

Long before we knew we could

I continued to rock her, to try to soothe her fears, as well as mine. I could hear the others that lived in the bunk moving to get closer to my voice. They thought I was crazy!! They were wondering, why in the hell is she singing? We're trying to fight for our freedom here!! I ignored the stares, and continued to sing. I knew in my heart it gave everyone in that bunk house hope.

There can be miracles

When you believe

Though hope is frail

It's hard to kill

Who knows what miracles

You can achieve

When you believe

Somehow you will

You will when you believe

I could still hear Winry's heart-breaking sobs, but I knew the hope from my song could give her the hope that she lost.

In this time of fear

When prayer so often proves in vain

Hope seemed like the summer birds

Too swiftly flown away

Yet now I'm standing here

My heart's so full, I can't explain

Seeking faith and speaking words

I never thought I'd say

I tried desperately to hold back my own tears, but they came freely. I inwardly cursed myself, because if Winry saw me crying, she would cry even harder.

They don't always happen when you ask

And it's easy to give in to your fears

But when you're blinded by your pain

At this point, my song had drifted to the only other bunk house on this side of the camp. Inhabitants of the bunk house that still had strength left in them had come to hear my message of hope. I could sense that they were getting my message, because their gaunt and sorrowful faces brightened and wiped their tears of hopelessness away.

Can't see your way clear through the rain

A small, but still, resilient voice

Says help is very near

As I finished my song, everyone beamed with wide hopeful smiles. I made to go back to my bunk, but I felt a tug on my uniform jacket.

"Thank you Riza," Winry whispered as she hugged me. I smiled at her and inwardly sighed. I took one last look at the stars, hoping that we would get the miracle we've been waiting the last five years for.