I know you hold love up as a victim.
Protests parade with all the signs.
Marchers, hands clenched to poles,
wave their beliefs down the streets --
ready to be arrested ravaged by conflict
so they can prove they are right.
Love grows in any open soul.
Laws were passed after conferences
seminars and much discussion. No one
was satisfied but everyone said something
must be done. Too many liberties were
taken in the name of love and marketing
made this deepest of feelings a farce.
Still, at night when the stars hid behind clouds
the moon a pale suggestion smeared on matte --
dreams crept into hearts and voices rose in chorus
above snores and ignorance. Freedom demands
being allowed to risk touch, a chance
when love is on wing, unrestrained
sent soaring by song.
Yes, winds become gales and toss ships to drown
in waves higher than fear. But, winds come along
so soft and kind -- they take a heart from the world
of unkind minds and allow it to wing its way
home to the heart of another. Let love
find its path. Let love find me no matter what
the cost or how great the crime.
I will break any law.
Stand in my way, try to stop me from finding my love
I will disobey your rules, move you like I would any fool,
for I shall love, I shall be with my love, no matter
how great the risk, no matter how deep the pain
once the reward is known, nothing shall bar my path
