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Brighton College Talk feedback from Headmistress

Dorit was an amazing speaker who captured both adults and pupils completely in her recollections of her war time experiences . She is vivacious, warm and so very human. Her true spirit and immense talent was displayed not only as she spoke, but also through her beautiful songs and incredible story. She is a true survivor and an inspiration to meet.

 

Jo-Anne Riley

Deputy Headmistress, Academic

I need some more time

I can feel my life trickling away like sand through my fingers

The ticking sound of the clock is beckoning me

Come, come, come,

I try to live two hours in one,

I fear death and yet I know not how to live

Will I learn in time ?

To make peace between my soul and my mind

Will I have time to find the truth?

So many questions, so many plans,

So many wishes, so little time.

And the ticking sound of the clock is still beckoning me

Come, come, come

How much time is there still in stock for me?

What takes more courage to live or to die

The panic is striking!

Which way shall I turn?

Will I go to heaven or will I burn?

Just a little longer I need some more time

If only for the last time,

To smell the flowers and talk to the trees

lifelong runner

For I am what I was

and what I was I am

a little girl

who was hiding in fear

there was no time for shedding a tear

forever on the run

no time to stop no time to cry

forever on the run from everyone

meeting new faces learning a new tongue

no time for resting

no time for fun

I stopped for a while

and found shelter and a smile

you wiped my tear and kissed away my fear

 

a lifelong runner

knows not how to stop

I found myself running driven by fear

no one to stop me

nowhere to go

I am so weary I want to come home

will you stil have me I need your love so

for I am stil that little girl

frightened and nowhere to go

To Forgive

How can I ask you to forgive me

if I cannot forgive myself?

How can I ask you to forgive me

to have robbed you of the dreams you held?

How can I take the  hurt away

when you cried?

How can I make up for the lost times?

How can I return the lost smiles,

broken promises –

not I …