Suited For Dancing -

For 70's Charm...

With The Stubble Of Danger -

No Intention To Harm...

Meeting In Waterholes -

That Dreamers Invented...

We Confess Our Sins -

But We've Never Repented...

For Nothing Is Worth -

What The Church Claims Is Real...

Nothing Explains Us -

The Feelings We Feel....

Nothing Will Stop Us -

From Loving Or Serving...

Though The Insults They Throw -

Are Sometimes Unnerving...

And Even Upsetting -

To The Beautiful Boy...

Who Found In This Darkness -

The Strength To Feel Joy...

And The Tears That Flow Now -

Are Not Weakness Or Fear...

They Call Me To Action -

In A World That's Gone Queer.

My Hands On His Face...

My Lips Touch His Lips...

All That I Am He Feels In That Kiss -

And The Boy Takes My Hand...

As The Men Shout And Jeer...

What They'll Do To The Boy

Who They Now Know Is Queer....

And I Turn With A Look Of Both Quiet And Rage...

The Look Of A Man Who's Grown Stronger With Age...

The Look That I Give That Sets Both Of Us Free...

"Don't Even Think It; That Boy Is With Me."