Strong, brave, and confident.
Bruised, battered, and worn.
Hold on tight, and you'll win this fight.
But alas her lips were sewn shut.
Not a word. Not a peep.
So she wrote in her diary.
As if it were a song.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.
As she hid where she thought she'd be safe.
Where the gestapo couldn't find her.
But one day, there was her fate.
Right in front of her.
The camp that carried the disease into her.
As she and her sister both died.
The only thing left was her diary.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.