by Brian Krashpad



Laura, pale and white is crying in the hall

But by tonight when she turns round she'll find it's me

And that I'd really like to be a friend

To Laura, pale and white


Laura moved here not so very long ago

Tried so hard to never let her feelings show

Laura's mother said that kids can be so cruel

She put Laura in a quiet private school




No one spoke to her, the hours seemed like days

She tried to be like them in oh so many ways

She sat alone at lunch and stared out into space

What did she do to cause this awful fall from grace




When I approached her I did not know what to say

I said the weather's nice it's such a pretty day

She nodded only, but I saw her sadness end

Laura, pale and white had come to be my friend