this is dedicated to my mom who faces a serious ilness .
the blonde lady
the clouds are fulled with rain
iam going to leave but iam waiting for the train
between all the doubts and pain
i can hardly see through the dust on my window pane
i can hardly see a lady with a blonde hair
its not that i care
its just that i wanna know why between all ladies this lady drove
the sickness train !
everytime i see her she had shorter hair
everytime i see her she looks gray and pale
iam too shy to ask her for her name
so i will call her the lady with the blond hair