As she sat in her small little corner
Wishing and hoping for mortar
Not made for bricks
And mixed not by hands
But made from the prints of her dreams

I noticed a small little smile
Spreading from her eyes to the tile
She looked up from her hands
And into my eyes
I swear my heart leapt a mile.

But quickly again I looked down to the floor
Not daring to hope or to wish for more
I quickly withdrew
And left there with you
My foolish dreams and emotions.

I shut myself up, not daring to hope
Leaving her wondering if it was something she wrote.
No dearest girl,
'Twas not you I abandoned
But simply the hope that we could have been friends.

She was left there alone, and thought she was damaged
But the fact was that simply no one had the courage
To walk up and say
"Hello, what's your name?"
And so she was left there alone.