She is a figther

 

She is a fighter, and you can see on that face the smile,

But how many time she was alone ?

How time she was cryng and noone know her cry.

 

She is a fighter that won the cancer

And make me smiles after i talked to she about my problems

And we was knowing the sense of friendship.

 

I was at zero and she was for me like my hero

You was in the battle and has around people that hated you

Couse a religion for that stupid people is the motive for racism and wars

But I ever seen that smile in every situation

Couse if I was the car, she was my gasoline station.

 

She is a fighter, and we made an alliance,

Couse if one stay wrong ever need of an ambulance,

She was for me all this, and I hope so for she

Couse everyone can see a wonderful girl

But only a friend like I hope to be

Can see a wonder heart

And is her heart,

That fighter is like my sister.

 

 

Marco Vasselli

For Gudrun Lilja Jònasdòttir  called Gully

 

 

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