It's good to know
the ones who speak my language
and those that share my blood
are with me.
I'm sorry,
I can't help but be reminded
that you can't see my eyes.
Don't get me wrong,
I'll need the light and love you send,
but you can't stare into my depths
and speak into what my bones need to hear.
But for those who can,
do I seem fine?
Or can you read
what is not spoken by my lips?
Do you interpret what I'm afraid to say
from what is written between the lines?
I sure hope so,
I really do.