What the Night Sings by Vesper StamperA teen Holocaust survivor, must come to terms with who she is and how to rebuild her life.
After losing her family and everything she knew in the Nazi concentration camps, Gerta is finally liberated, only to find herself completely alone. Without her Papa, her music, or even her true identity, she must move past the task of surviving and onto living her life. In the displaced persons camp where she is staying, Gerta meets Lev, a fellow teen survivor who she just might be falling for, despite her feelings for someone else. With a newfound Jewish identity she never knew she had, and a return to the life of music she thought she lost forever, Gerta must choose how to build a new future.
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Once upon a time, Drake was just like you, arguing with his mum and sitting in traffic. Learn from that steely resiliance, people! This one is all about dusting yourself off and getting the hell back out there, no matter what. Yet more survivors, this time providing the tune that got Rocky Balboa out of his rut and back in the ring. We defy you to hear those thudding, opening guitar chords and not feel percent ready to deal with whatever nonsense the day throws at you. Sound familiar, Londoners? This simple, stripped-down ode to being your best authentic self has been striking a chord with outsiders for over three decades.
My friend died from an accidental drug overdose and it broke me. This song healed me and it gives me some sort of peace when I feel down. I was going through the ugly crying phase of unrequited love the part where you realize the object of your affections is in love with someone else and you feel like you'll never be OK again. During one of the rare occasions when I ventured from the safety of my room, I turned on MTV and this song was playing. I've seen her quite a few times live and have bawled like a baby every time she's sang it. This song went through a few stages in our relationship.