In uniforms of gray and white,
A lonely girl walks through the night,
Her eyes downcast, her steps slow,
A sorrowful sight to know.

Her books and bag she carries tight,
A burden that weighs heavy on her plight,
The weight of knowledge and dreams untold,
A future that seems far and cold.

Her hair is long and dark as night,
Her eyes are wide and full of light,
But in their depths, a secret lies,
A pain that she hides with a sigh.

She walks alone, a solitary soul,
Her heart filled with a silent goal,
To learn and grow, to find her place,
To chase her dreams, to win the race.

But oh, the weight that she bears,
The pressure to succeed, the fears,
The doubt and the uncertainty,
The fear of failure, the tears.

Tomaž Jevšenak