Blind

I wonder if I'm pretty,
I wonder if I'm tall;
I wonder what I'd see,
If I could see at all;
I think about my hair,
What color it must be;
I feel just like a redhead,
A redhead who can't see;
I wonder what red looks like,
I bet it's really pretty;
I want to stand upon a hill,
And look down at my city;
Someone walked beside me
But I don't know who it was;
If I could see, I bet they'd be,
Watching me, because,
I hear I'm sort of pretty,
I guess I wouldn't know;
Who's to determine what beauty is?
It's probably all for show;
I've heard the saying beauty,
Is really just skin deep;
I hope they're right and I'm a sight,
That people want to keep;
If only I could wish,
Upon a falling star;
A ask for eyes that help me see,
Exactly where you are;
I wouldn't feel so lonely,
I know I wouldn't be alone;
And thirsting for some company,
And friends to call my own;
There's really nothing wrong with me,
I'm just a little shy;
But rest assured, I speak with words,
That make up for my eyes;
I wonder, again, who am I?
I guess I already know;
I'm the girl who just can't see,
But lets her spirit show.