They tell me
All that they can\'t do
But look
All this while
How I survived
On all that they never did.
They tell me
All that they can\'t say
And look
All this while
What echoed in me
From all, that was never said.
They tell me
All that they can\'t be
But look
All this while
How lucky I have been
To understand their reality.
They tell me
All that they can\'t give
And look
All this while
How I was never
Ready to receive it anyway.
-Al