Curls of red and holes instead Lay where eyes should be; Glasses hid the shame of the Kid Who’d never been able to see. Kid was small, the shortest of all The ones in high school that year So they chuckled and leered and he trembled and feared The wrath if they saw his tears. Dreams of sight filled him ‘til morning light In his nightmares he was Lord; But waking hours and sightless showers Brought him back from skies he’d...