I'm a voice for the broken
a reflection of pain
for that one small child
hated for being gay

Inhaling the crisp fall air
gazing fondly into her eyes
anticipating the day
a girl will become her wife

treated less than for loving a soul
disowned by their parents
for wearing purple eye shadow

God taught me to love
so I will spread it wherever I go
like smooth Irish butter
on a warm piece of toast