Pete Rivera - Anne Frank

She was a young girl
With many hopes and dreams
Or at least
I think so

She lay in silence
Waiting for death's shadow
To pass by
Her window cill

She wrote a diary
To keep up
With the days
And with the nights

She had a faith
That could not be explained
With a few
Simple words

And she was discovered
And thrown on the gray
Freight train
Which led to hell on earth

Now she lives on
As a simple memory
And we cry
When we think of her

Pete Rivera

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