your eyes i see naught.
what we do and what we see
i wrote you this, a little bit of hope
you see naught.
do you feel shame?
your warmth i see naught.
what we can and what we can't
a paper with letters, written with love
you see naught.
do you feel love?
your heart i see naught.
what we are and what we're never
drawn in a black and white, a living soul
you see naught