We know
Yes, we know who she is,
Arrives far too early and leaves far too late.
Yes, we know who she is,
(Prefers to be this side of the school gate)
There’s something not right and we fear that at home
She won’t get attention, she’s often alone
And if she is noticed, it’s for nothing good.
She grows up more quickly than she really should.
Yes, we know who she is,
Gets a little too angry when they’re calling her names.
Yes, we know who she is
As we look at those holes in her clothes; it’s a shame.
Spends break times and lunchtimes alone in a room
With a piano, self-taught, she writes up a tune
To express how she’s feeling – ‘course it’s not really true
But dreams of being famous; her dreams pull her through.
Yes, we know who she is
And we watch her inside her own little world,
Oh yes, we know who she is
But there’s not much we can do for this lonely girl.
They don’t understand her, the kids in her class.
They think she is strange, and a bit of a farce.
And she’s proud to be different when the hurt’s not too much
And longs to be held or for one tender touch.
Yes, we know who she is
But it’s not for us teachers to fill in the gap.
We do know who she is,
But if we get involved, we’ll get the rap.
Still.
We know.
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Synopsis
Another from the teaching collection
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