(Now more than ever, with the far right trying to define the

structure of the family for us, we must honor and support the

courageous women and men who affirm the true definition of family

every day of their lives. Dedicated with love to gay and lesbian

parents everywhere.)

Good night my daughter

Sleep tight, my son

The world is full of injustices

Of which you know none

I wish that I could shelter you

So you'd never have to see

The ways in which some folks have made

An outlaw out of me

Good night, my precious

Sweet dreams, my little one

While the lawyers and the courts decide

What is to be done

I wish that you could tell them all,

When they dare to question me,

That we're every bit the model

Of a perfect family

It's not the pot that grows the flower

It's not the clock that slows the hour

The definition's plain for anyone to see

Love is all it takes to make a family

Good night, my child

So innocent, so young

When they start teaching you to hate me

I pray you won't succumb

To prejudice and bigotry

To ignorance and shame

Because I'm proud of who I am

And hope you'll feel the same