The sad girl walks through the halls, knowing no one knows her name.
She longs to be known, seen, even heard, but no one knows her name.
So daily she walks the same routine, wondering when someone will notice and call her by name.
She feels at a loss and hope is gone that maybe she was important, like a name.
Just a smile, a little wave, a short mention of her name,
Would give her hope and courage to go on knowing someone knows her by name.