One summer morning

He left us ashamed

In some small town of small ways

The one they feared

They might turn to stone

They feared to hold his hand

And he died alone



Don't leave them on - an island of shame



Your solution

You - homophobic

You - coward

You send them away to an island of misery

You're not immune to any disease

I can not argue when the truth is plain to see

In your beliefs, your fear of death

I see reflections of society

We'll take our last breath - alone

Adding insult to injuries - He was alone