The Girl Who Stopped the Train
(The Story of Sophie Scholl)
Album: Second Cut
In a city wrapped in silence, where the truth was banned by fear
She passed the paper forward, though the hangman stood near
Not a soldier, not a saint, just a voice against the grain
And in her final whisper... she stopped the train
They marched in line, they wore the same
Their eyes looked forward, hearts in chains
No room for doubt, no room for pain
Just steel and smoke and numbered names
She walked those halls with steady tread
A student's books, a rebel's thread
A single flyer, words like flame
Lit sparks no guns could ever tame
She stood alone in the pouring rain
No flag behind her, no one to blame
They called it treason, she called it sane
A single voice…
The girl who stopped the train
Her brother's hand, her final note
A truth they feared, a line she wrote
She spoke the words they dared not say
And gave her life that winter day
They tried to break her with a lie
She met their eyes and asked them why
And in that room where death was crowned
A brighter kind of truth was found
She stood alone in the pouring rain
No sword to draw, no war to gain
But still she rose and bore the strain
A quiet force...
The girl who stopped the train
"I am still so full of hope."
"The sun still shines."
"What does my death matter, if through us thousands are awakened?"
Now flowers bloom where she was slain
A name they carved won't die in vain
And somewhere deep in every vein
Lives on the spark…
Of the girl who stopped the train
No medals pinned, no marching band
But history took her quiet stand
And every voice that won't refrain
Carries her name...
The girl who stopped the train