Blessed be the mother
Of the child who isn’t even hers
Blessed be the lovers
Who endure the hateful slurs
Blessed be the doctor
Whose services are given for free
Blessed be the teacher
That taught right by you and me
Blessed be the babe
Who sees not in terms of hate
Blessed be the man
That stops before it’s too late
Blessed be a world
In which there is hope
Blessed be the words
That you and I wrote.
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 12:29 PM UTC
Blessed be the mother
Of the child who isn’t even hers
Blessed be the lovers
Who endure the hateful slurs
Blessed be the doctor
Whose services are given for free
Blessed be the teacher
That taught right by you and me
Blessed be the babe
Who sees not in terms of hate
Blessed be the man
That stops before it’s too late
Blessed be a world
In which there is hope
Blessed be the words
That you and I wrote.
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