The Lady in White.

The Lady in White.

When I wake up at night, I can see a lady holding a baby. She has a teardrop in her eye. Oh my God, it's my mother and brother; they never survived. She arrives when I'm not looking. I have to wonder what she is doing. They both died a decade ago. What should I do? I don't know. She came to take away my pain and to keep me sane. And keep me in the right lane. All the chains that I carried in my brain. She took them all away. Now I don't have any more shame, and my name is still the same.