What type of drama is the play The Diary of Anne Frank?

Colours weave into a spire of flame

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

Bear this torch against the cold of the night

Search your soul and reawaken the undying light

On that day, when the sky fell away

Our world came to an end

In our eyes, did a fading sunrise in the dark?

Glimmering shadows

Silence grows, in the spaces between

Stretching out beyond time

Rising up, as a chorus of souls find a voice

Flickering through the void

These little sparks, cling on to life

Everyone caught in the struggle

And then the storms of change

They fan the flames, scattering ashes to the wind

Every soul contains a whisper of light

Gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight

No escape, no greater fate to be made

In the end, the chains of time will not break

Colours weave into a spire of flame

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

Bear this torch against the cold of the night

Search your soul and reawaken the undying light

As fate spins a thread without end

New life draws its first breath

Blossoming in a soil reclaimed from the past

Where destiny holds fast

Here where we stand, hand clenched in hand

Everyone caught in the struggle

This is the day we finally find our way

Stepping into our tomorrow

Every soul contains a whisper of light

Growing louder as it calls to ignite

From the distance sings a chorus of souls

Rising slowly, stirring heat from the coals

Colours weave into a spire of flame

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

Bear this torch against the cold of the night

Light will guide you, on your way to the ultimate fight

Every soul contains a whisper of light

Growing louder as it calls to ignite

From the distance sings a chorus of souls

Rising slowly, stirring heat from the coals

Colours weave into a spire of flame

Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed

Bear this torch against the cold of the night

Light will guide you

On your way to the ultimate fight