With all that was left within me
Until we tore in two
Now wings and rings and there's so many
Waiting here for you

And she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929
With rings that wringed right around a socket
Right between her spine
All drenched in milk, in holy water
Pouring from the sky
I know that she will live forever
She won't ever die

And she goes
And now she knows that she'll never be afraid
To watch the morning paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape

And one day in New York City, baby
A girl fell from the sky
From the top of a burning apartment building
Fourteen stories high
And when her spirit left her body
How it split the sun
I know that she will live forever
All goes on and on

And she goes
And now she knows that she'll never be afraid
To watch the moring paper blow
Into a hole where no one can escape

It's not a big distinction of course, but it helps defend against the Max Powers out there who claim the diary a fake initiated by Anne's father. If that were the case, ies and her husband had to be in on the "fraud" as well.

If you were to look into some information about Anne Frank and her diary, you would find that towards the end of her stay in "het achterhuis" (the secret annex) Anne Frank started editing her diary with the intent of having it published. She did this after hearing a broadcast from the dutch government in exile, requesting diaries te chronicle the war.

Anne Frank had always inspired to be a writer and this announcement led her to edit and rewrite large parts of her diary and giving it a title; Het Achterhuis. She also expressed the wish to others to have her diary published. After the war, her father; Otto Frank, was initially reluctant to publish it, mainly because of some of the things Anne wrote about her mother. After editing these out however, he decided to respect his daughter's wish and had the diary published under the title she intended.

So there was really no better way for him to commemorate his daughter than by publishing her diary, thereby fulfilling her greatest wish.

I recall at the time when it ended so abruptly, I asked my mother what happened to her. She told me I needed to find that out for myself. Needless to say, many tears were shed at the library.

I haven't re-read it since. And I've been resisting it. Although I've forgotten most of the details of the book, I don't want to let go of the memories of the feelings I had. My feelings as a 13 year old girl - Anne's contemporary.

I think that reading her diary was an invasion of privacy and her father could have done something other than publish his daughter's private life and thoughts for the world to read in order to commemorate her.