You held freedom in the darkest hour

You faced prejudice with a smile

When others saw heartbreak,

You saw the silver lining in the distance

Writing it all down for us to find in a gift from your father

With all lost, you kept the freedom to hope

Stuck in an attic for 2 years with nothing

During the day you didn’t exist

Hiding in the silence that covered you

Nothing but a memory to those you knew

Your hope lived on in the silence

When forgotten, you kept the freedom to hope

Eight people stuck together

Running like a cat from a mouse

Running from the guns that chased them

You held hands with them united

Hoping for a future

During the hardest times, you kept the freedom to hope

1945, the veil of silence lifted

You could feel freedom slipping through your fingers

Yet the sunshine called you

Along with death

Even when death called, you kept the freedom to hope

Do you remember?

Do you remember the last time Mouschi meowed?

Do you remember the last time you tasted a sweet New Year’s cake?

Do you remember the last time you held your family in an embrace?

Do you remember the tape sticking to your fingers 

as the pictures went on the walls?

Do you remember your dreams of being a journalist writing everyday?

Do you remember the hope you held?

Even though you believed you wouldn’t be remembered

The world knows your name

We now bear witness to you

Without perfection we spread your word

And fight against prejudice

Through your diary of memories we hear you whispering

Tickling our ears with what you have at all times

Even though you’re gone

You keep the freedom to hope.