Oh... death
Has been your lover
He has brought you
The edges of your life
And now you are looking over
And all we can say is
"It's gonna be all right"
And I am looking forward
To looking back on these days
When on every corner
Someone holds a sign
That says "I am homeless
I am hungry
And I have AIDS"
How will they define our generation
In the coming decades?
Who will tell the story
and what will they say?
Will they say the victims
Were thought of as criminals
While the guilty sat on high
Deciding their fate
Ticking off statistics in their spare time?
Tell me, which is the crime?
May you never test positive
Pregnancy, HIV
May you never be the receptacle of blame
May you never be the scapegoat
For a whole world full of shame
May you never be fighting for your life
And at the same time
Have to fight for your name
There are too few who open both eyes
We sit back in our easy chairs
And we try to sympathize
Whether from the point of a needle or
The edge of our beds
We too, like too many others
Could be dead
Our actions
Will define us
Before a single definition can be said
Yeah, so what if God is testing us?
What if that's true?
What are you going to do?
What is the answer to you?
Oh... death
Has been your lover
He has brought you
The edges of your life
And now you are looking over
And all we can say is
"It's gonna be all right"
And I am looking forward
To looking back on these days
When on every corner
Someone holds a sign
That says "I am homeless
I am hungry
And I have AIDS"