Chris is gay
And that's why he's a sinner
Chris is gay
And that's why he's no better

Chris once helped me
But I don't want him as my friend
It's because Chris is gay
And he'll sure have a tragic end

Despite the fact he's gay
He does seem very nice
But mom says to avoid him
And that I shouldn't think twice

I see Chris get hit at school
Though I'm not really sure why
He'a always very lonely
And he seems very shy

Chris is gay
And that's why he's avoided
Chris is gay
And that's how his story ended

i was born
with a heart too big to fit
inside my chest
and a soul bigger than my body
so i have chosen
to leave pieces of my heart
in the places my feet have known
in the people i have loved
in the words i have read
in the beauty my eyes have seen
and my soul-
i have scattered it like seeds
and i have left parts of it
in songs,
in poetry,
in the laughter of children,
in the arms that have held me
and the hearts that have loved me

When we were children
Of age nine or ten
In a small town far away,
Life was simple then

No mobile phones we had seen,
Internet was never there.
Summers in the river fishing,
A childhood without care

We played gilli danda in the mud
plucked mangoes by the dozen
Monsoons meant wet football
Shivered gleefully in the winter season

Little boys in half pants
And girls in pigtails
Of visits to the circus
Making paperboats and catching snails

A simple happy world,
Of cozy Sunday lunch.
A game of carrom in the eve
Or music with which we danced

Life has changed a lot
For the better, thats what people say
All i know is that,
I do miss those golden days!