As their practised shouts and screams can be heard
Her hair tickles my cheek, a laugh so bright
That even from across our boundless earth
Their screams melt away in place of her light
We seal our sweet love with one precious kiss
But yet their hands will turn to fists of fear
I try to ignore them through all this bliss
Her soft and whispered words all I can hear
Religion and prejudice tells us no
Their fists of fear now turned to fists of red
They spit and sneer at us that we must go
Their words banging their way into my head
To their forced love with him I say, no Sir
Because, you see, my love belongs to her
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
As their practised shouts and screams can be heard
Her hair tickles my cheek, a laugh so bright
That even from across our boundless earth
Their screams melt away in place of her light
We seal our sweet love with one precious kiss
But yet their hands will turn to fists of fear
I try to ignore them through all this bliss
Her soft and whispered words all I can hear
Religion and prejudice tells us no
Their fists of fear now turned to fists of red
They spit and sneer at us that we must go
Their words banging their way into my head
To their forced love with him I say, no Sir
Because, you see, my love belongs to her
