When will we concede?
When all the harsh words stab
Until there is nothing left to bleed
When will you lay your hate aside?

Know yours laws before you dig your heel at me
He, the shepherd who leads you
Said to love your neighbor more than thee
Am I not your neighbor too?

Do I make you uncomfortable?
My hand clutching hers,
Better to shout at the vulnerable
Instead of evaluating your fears

Have you ever thought God loves equally?
You were taught this back in Sunday school
A small child that loved peacefully
Could ever learn to grow so cruel?

“God Hates Gays”
Sprawl it with the blood of those
Who would rather die than be another way
Cast aside, glad to dispose

Your doctrine is out of line
You spread hate like its a sport
On your way to cloud nine
You step on their backs for the added support

What of your children?
Would you rather turn your back
Truly be your child’s own villain
Or would you rather not attack?


Let your hand fall to your side
See their side of the story
Do not let this be the place your relationship died
Let this be a moment of clarity

I cannot tell you how to think
But cannot go without saying
That you are out of sync
With all of this hating

Can I ask, could you hold my hand?
If we are all children of God, prove it.
Take my hand like it does not leave a brand
Maybe you won't want to remove it

We talked of scheming, redeeming endlessly
Chalked up to dreaming restlessly
Take me to that better Place
Please don’t hold it against me when i can’t see clearly
Squeeze wheeze, condensed breath leaves me


Hold me tight in your embrace
Protective fold, all right with no breathing space
Take me to that better Place
Don’t let me go, confidence seeps from me
Bone cold, consciousness leaks lazily


Keep your eyes upon mine until I fall asleep
Weep torn cries not another peep
Take me to that better Place
Broken and alone, just as we were before
Reopen and “Hello” gone, burst and torn door


I, covered in all lace, beautiful
You, ushered in regal black, suitable
Take me to that better Place
Smothered away, hold the tears back on such an occasion
Suffered astray, anxiety attack in stagnation


Take no haste in your departure
Never a race in this the final marcher
Too clever for fate, but I’m your martyr
Join me in your own pace
I’ll welcome you to Our better Place