Text by Anne Frank

I saw her in front of me, clothed in rags, her face thin and worn. Her eyes were very big and she looked so sadly and reproachfully at me that I could read in her eyes: "Oh, Anne, why have you deserted me? Help, oh help me, rescue me from this hell!"

And I cannot help her, I can only look on, how others suffer and die, and I can only pray to God to send her back to us.

I have not thought about her for months, yes almost a year. Not completely forgotten her, but still I had never thought about her like this, until I saw her before me in all her misery. And now she looked at me, oh, so helplessly, with her pale face and imploring eyes. If only I could help her!

Oh, God, why should I have all I could wish for and why should she be seized by such terrible fate?

I am not more virtuous than she; she, too, wanted to do what was right, why should I be chosen to live and she probably to die?

What was the difference between us? Why are we so far from each other now?

Oh, Lies, are you still alive? What are you doing? Oh, Lies, I see in you all the time what my lot might have been; I keep seeing myself in your place and keep only seeing your great big eyes and I cannot free myself from them.

Why do I always dream and think of the most terrible things? My fear makes me want to scream out loud sometimes. If you think of your fellow creatures, then you only want to cry, you could really cry the whole day long.

Lies, Lies, if only I could take you away, if only I could let you share all the things I enjoy!

It is too late now I cannot help her; but I shall never forget her again, and always pray for her.

Good Lord, defend her, so that at least she is not alone. Oh, if only you could tell her that I think lovingly of her and with sympathy, perhaps that would give her greater endurance.

Good Lord, you have given me so much - which I certainly do not deserve - and still I do so much that is wrong every day.

Oh, God, protect Lies; protect her; defend her, save her and bring her back to us!

I hope if Lies lives until the end of the war that I shall be able to take her in and do something to make up for all the wrong I ever did.

Lies seems to be a symbol to me of the suffering of all my girl friends and all the Jews.

And when I pray for her, I pray for all the Jews and for all those in need!