• The day I first met Amy
    Was in the Second Grade
    I ran up to her a recess
    And asked if she would play

    She told me that she couldn’t
    And just to leave her be
    When I asked why she wouldn’t
    She said she couldn’t see

    I told her that was silly
    Everyone could see
    I took her hand and showed her
    The world that I could see

    I showed her the birds and trees
    And the color of the grass
    We talked all through recess
    And on the way to class

    When others first meet Amy
    They don’t know what to say
    They act surprised that she is blind
    But we don’t think that way

    The thing is Amy isn’t blind
    She simply cannot see
    Amy is my friend
    That is all she is to me

    Amy holds my hand
    When I am lost in fear
    She holds on when I cry
    To let me know she’s near

    Amy has to have things
    Just a certain way
    So Amy can make it safely
    Through school everyday

    Amy doesn’t have a cane
    Or dog to help her see
    Amy doesn’t need these things
    Because Amy has me

    She leans on me for support
    When things are strange and new
    I help her through her roughest days
    Because that is what friends do

    We help each other live our lives
    And stand on our own two feet
    Because what are friends really for
    If not to make you complete?

    When people first meet Amy
    They only see her eyes
    But I see all the other things
    Behind her blind disguise