Love is love,
So why should I fear walking down the street,
Holding her hand instead of his,
What's the difference?
Just because I love her instead of him,
I fear for us both when we're together,
I don't show it but anxiety sits in the pit of my stomach,
What if it's us they choose as their next victims,
Just because of who we love.
I look in her eyes and hope,
Hope we'll be ok,
Hope nothing goes wrong,
But there is always the risk when I'm with her,
And I hate putting her at risk like that,
Hate I know I probably couldn't protect her no matter how much I wanted to.
