Do you ever think about her,The girl who helps you out?The one who tells you the answersAnd leaves without a doubt.Do you ever think about her,As she sits next to you in class,Jotting down her notes,That you'll take with so much brass.Do you think about the girl,Who you shout at in the street,When all she's doing is going home,shuffling her feet?Do you think about the girl,Who's parents think she's shit,Because she got a ninety,Something they wouldn't permit?
To all those who like to hurtThose who just want to stay standing upI give to you the product of your waysI give you all that you causedDo you see that girl hiding in the doorwaysAs you walk home from schoolShe has to waste time and stay awaySo her mum can't hurt her after a day at workDo you see the girl walking past you on the corridorHer with the black eye and the wierd smileHer parents hit her because she didn't get an AThey hit her because she can't stand up for herselfYou know the girl who stares at the windowShe is dreaming of the day when she can escape this placeOr did you ever think that maybe she's thinkingAbout how she can leave this world
Smileand the whole world thinks your weirdScowland you'll fit right inCryand no one comes to helpSilentand they want to helpSingand everyone is a judgeHumand they'll hum alongWriteand no one feels your fearShoutand they'll understand
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,Let me once know.I sought thee in a secret cave,And ask'd, if Peace were there,A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:Go seek elsewhere.I did; and going did a rainbow note:Surely, thought I,This is the lace of Peace's coat:I will search out the matter.But while I looked the clouds immediatelyDid break and scatter.Then went I to a garden and did spyA gallant flower,The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,Peace at the root must dwell.
It sounded as if the Streets were runningAnd then -- the Streets stood still --Eclipse -- was all we could see at the WindowAnd Awe -- was all we could feel.By and by -- the boldest stole out of his CovertTo see if Time was there --Nature was in an Opal Apron,Mixing fresher Air.