Strong, brave, and confident.
The most fearless of the land.
Bruised, battered, and worn.
She had ran for her life.
Hold on tight, and you'll win this fight.
Moving around the towns.
Until her fate was bound.
Getting to the point she hardly cared.
Her worries and fears she wished to speak.
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.
Only 15 years old.
Until this day.
Right in front of her.
The camp that carried the disease into her.
As she and her sister both died.
Would she have lived?
If she had ruled the land.
The only thing left was her diary.
Not skipping a word. Not a single word.