Labeling

My best friend is great,
But she's got this grudge,
Over this girl we love to hate,
And try as I might I do judge,
As things are uttered a little too late,
Her reputation bears the smudge.

Sticking by her becomes a quandry,
As my eyes are thrust open wide,
I can see what was denied me,
By picking such a side,
But i still worry what she'll see,
If I were to curl up and hide.

If I stop thinking in terms of black,
If I stop thinking in terms of white,
And look once more over the track,
Maybe look through another's sight,
I'll finally understand what I lack,
When I label wrong and right.