Maybe her words will stop being hurtful
And her sideway's glance's
Will come with smile's from now on
Maybe the glare's I get as
I walk down the street aren't meant
To be mean
Maybe my eye's will fail to
Work one day, and I'll see the world
As she does
Or maybe she'll say hello one day
Instead of passing by with a shove
And a scoff
Or maybe the glare's they give
Are not glares but
Look's of odd hope
Or maybe my eye's failed
Long ago and I never noticed before
While she see's perfectly
