Have hope during times of corruption 

                                     Waiting for it to end

                                   waiting to smell fresh air

                             Waiting for Americans to invade

                                Waiting for Miep or Kraler

                                   Waiting for six o clock

                                         Waiting to talk

                                    Waiting to jump around

                               Waiting to taste the sweet bread

                                         Waiting for it to end

                               The attic whispers me to sleep

                          Like a mother to her new born baby

                              The attic tells story’s never told 

                              Like a teacher to her students 

                                 The attic gives me hope  

                               Hope that there is still chance

                                         Chance for end

                                    Peter gives me hope 

                       His rough hands against my soft hands

                            His soft lips against my cheek

                         He is the sunshine in the dark attic

                         The sunshine that gives me hope

                        The sunshine that fuels me everyday 

                                        To have hope

                                      Hope for an end 

                                  2 years, 2 years of hope

                               2 years of bread and potatoes 

                                 2 years in Amsterdam

                                2 years with all 8 people

                                     6 years of hitler