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This is a story about Anne Frank, about her spirit while she was in hiding. |
| Free to live her life, But caged like a bird. No room to fly. No place to spread her wings. Looking down at a marching line, Watching all the crying hearts. She knew they were leaving, Marching to die. A free spirit, Cornered by maturity. Adolescence was her way of life, Thrust into a fear of capture. Dreams of a girl thrown away, Hoping for a rescue. But one day decided her fate. No where to run. A betrayal like no other, A traitor to her world. Out of the cage and into the sky, She lived her life with no room to fly. |