Naked Skin
All you have are your stories.
You’ve never heard the thoughts in my head,
Nor have you felt the things that I have.
All you know are the things that I tell you
And there is no limit to what I can say.
You’ve never looked at the sky from where I'm standing
Or felt a hundered times the hand that has touched my naked skin
Neither have you felt the many hands that I take my sick comfort in.
You’ve never heard the thoughts in my head,
Nor have you felt the things that I have.
All you know are the things that I tell you
And there is no limit to what I can say.
You’ve never looked at the sky from where I'm standing
Or felt a hundered times the hand that has touched my naked skin
Neither have you felt the many hands that I take my sick comfort in.