Drum It Up
Some say We march to the beat of our own drums
Some say We march to the beat of our hearts desire
Some way We march to the beat of an impending dirge
We still march.
Some say Their march was the catalyst
Some say Their march was inevitable
Some say Their march was the end of all marches
We still march
We march hand-in-hand with our same-sex lovers
We march hand-in-hand with our sisters and brothers
We march hand-in-hand with the straights and the gays
We still march
We march for marriage
We march for equality
We march for protection
We still march
To those of you out their,
with drums softly beating,
your closeted cadences will one day be the beat
to which
We still march
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