The truth is
I can hold a dying woman's hand
when no one else seems able.
The truth is,
I understand what the man who's lost his mind
is trying to say.
The truth is
I don't know what to say
when someone tells me with the coupon
plus the store discount,
they saved this much
and then that much again.
The truth is
people that I love demanded that I lie,
then punished me for lying.
The truth is
I have punished people that I love
for not demanding that I lie.
The truth is,
nothing in me
wants to forgive these people .
The truth is
justice ought to be a cause
that matters.
The truth is,
people are not a cause.
The truth is
forgiveness is a choice.
The truth is
I only hold the hands
of dying women.
The truth is,
I only understand the men
who've lost their minds.