She was a young girl <br />With many hopes and dreams <br />Or at least <br />I think so <br /> <br />She lay in silence <br />Waiting for death's shadow <br />To pass by <br />Her window cill <br /> <br />She wrote a diary <br />To keep up <br />With the days <br />And with the nights <br /> <br />She had a faith <br />That could not be explained <br />With a few <br />Simple words <br /> <br />And she was discovered <br />And thrown on the gray <br />Freight train <br />Which led to hell on earth <br /> <br />Now she lives on <br />As a simple memory <br />And we cry <br />When we think of her<br /><br />Pete Rivera<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anne-frank-3/
