All of these people I've seen many times before,
I know all of them by name and some, so much more.
But when I call to them, speak to them, or just pass by too,
They turn to me with blank eyes and ask:
"Who are you?"

All of these people I've known all my life,
I've seen when the prosper, been there through their strife,
But when I'm in trouble, and need support too,
They act like I'm a stranger, and ask:
"Who are you?"

All of these people that I've always known,
Though most may forget me, I wish there was one
Who I could go to when my life is hard,
Who would turn to me, see me, and say:
"I know who you are."