Letting go of her hand before we get to the door

Her parents can't know that our friendships anything more

We eat dinner again, and talk about our days

They ask about prom and if either of us have fond dates

 

"You'll find strapping young men" her dad had to say

If only he knew is precious little daughter was gay

"NO, she'll go with me!" I was screaming in my head

but I knew if I said that our relationship would be dead

 

Society negative image about something we just cant change

forces us to suppress happiness and feel out of place and strange

If we could accept one another for exactly who we are

people all around the world, would have lot less scars

 

I know the ones on my arms would cease to exist

I would need no escape, no cuts on my wrists

This emotional strangling is more than I can bare

Since when did religion make this argument fair

 

To hate someone else is a sin just the same

My unconditional love for her causes you no pain

Yet you stand their preaching the word of our lord

Someone who loved everyone, he had no double edged sword

 

If you're going to teach his lessons, learn one yourself

Don't preach one, while putting the others on the shelf

If I could give our world a sequel

I would do whats right and make all people equal