Brennan

Those hearts They're beating with love No discrepancy in rhythm Hard, fast and true. Those hearts Should, would, can't be together Because of the prejudices and glances Of a culture that prides itself on freedom Those hearts Are discussed in the courtrooms the temples and cathedrals Debates are made on the subject Lines drawn in the sand which stones are thrown guiltily over. Those hearts Are a problem, my religion says, Not right, not godly Not the two parts of a whole Yet those hearts Are still two hearts that love and care And love for each other What right does my straight-armed fist have to condemn something That blossoms into that so much happiness. Those hearts are holy. Those hearts Are a blessing for this wasted blasted dissected world If love and peace are what bring in the light Then I most definitely support it A reflection on Mack and Lewis's Same Love