This great country we call home,
With our shabby little houses and our lawns over grown,
Full of people with voices,
People with opinions,
Who are given wonderful choices.

We make difference choices every day,
And each of us goes a different way.
Some of us are straight,
Some of us are gay,
Some of us say America is Great.

But how can you think in such a way,
When My Country can cast me away because I am gay?
Cast me aside like a broken doll,
And not even care at all?
These tears are real,
And so is the love I feel.
Stop saying it’s wrong.
Stop saying it’s a sin.
Or I’ll say “So long.”
And you’ll never see me again.

I love her,
And I will be with her forever.
And one day I too,
Would like to say “I do”.

We have the same skin,
We breath the same air,
We even share kin,
And live without a care.

Yet on that day,
You took my dreams away.
To marry I must be straight,
According to Proposition Eight.

I am forced to flee my home,
To find somewhere to accept me.
A place I can call my own,
That won’t be so blind to see,
That I love her,
And she loves me.