Her pictures were my comfort.
Years passed without her appearance, but I never faded.
The lady with the white robe endured within my eyes.
She nursed on my consciousness, cradling my worries, she granted me a light for my broken heart and colors for my black and white character, I told her that I love her.
I portrayed her beaming like sunshine.
The lady with the white robe endures within my eyes.
I never faded.
She gives me hope.