I saw her every morning on my walk
i always waved back as i passed
she stood there staring never looking down
and waved her hand across the glass
she never saw me waving from the street
the girl was blind, had always been
still i waved back as i passed her house
a wave returned but never seen
I dreamed that she waved back
The girl would wave at me
But, just who was I fooling
Knowing that she could not see
She'd wipe the condensation
It felt so good on her hand
She couldn't look to see me
I was in another land
The girl up in the window
Watching, seeing no one pass
Sitting there in silence
With her hand upon the glass
But every morning as I'd walk by
I would wave to her up there
Sitting, watching nothing
With a red bow in her hair
I know she couldn't see me
She couldn't see me wave
She didn't know about me
Or the smile that I gave
I walk by every morning
Hoping one day that she'll see
Me giving her a gentle wave
And she will wave at me
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 8:15 PM UTC
I saw her every morning on my walk
i always waved back as i passed
she stood there staring never looking down
and waved her hand across the glass
she never saw me waving from the street
the girl was blind, had always been
still i waved back as i passed her house
a wave returned but never seen
I dreamed that she waved back
The girl would wave at me
But, just who was I fooling
Knowing that she could not see
She'd wipe the condensation
It felt so good on her hand
She couldn't look to see me
I was in another land
The girl up in the window
Watching, seeing no one pass
Sitting there in silence
With her hand upon the glass
But every morning as I'd walk by
I would wave to her up there
Sitting, watching nothing
With a red bow in her hair
I know she couldn't see me
She couldn't see me wave
She didn't know about me
Or the smile that I gave
I walk by every morning
Hoping one day that she'll see
Me giving her a gentle wave
And she will wave at me
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