My Mom is an Auschwitz survivor. She was actually liberated the day before her 16th birthday (from another camp). I have ever since, and will continue to, call people I know who are turning 16 and ask them to think about THAT instead of getting their drivers' licences. I have often wished I could write a song that captured the incredibly deep, wide and uncrossable gap between being able to grok the fullness of that experience, and the rest of us.