Yesterday.

On a street you know,
Not so far away
Stands a girl.
She stands there day and night
In hopes for a better day
She only looks for tomorrow
Except when it comes, she's not there
Ominous absence.
And then when she returns
Nothing has changed.
Nothing at all.
Coloured stockings and pretty hair,
Eyes too big on her too-small face
She knows too much.
People walking by don't look at her
They don't see her, she doesn't matter.
They don't know her.
But she looks at them with her big eyes,
And she asks them silently...
See me,
Know me...please.