You can't help who you love, but you shouldn't have too
Love is very much something you can take as debris
The year was 1967, love was finally legal
Acceptance grew
People's passion was finally let free
Suddenly, just for a moment, racism was gone and hearts were no longer empty
You can't help who you love, but you shouldn't have too
But apparently, it was not meant to be
They stopped us when all we wanted was rights
A supposed discolourization of hue was simply too much for you
To them, we were the unwanted adoptee
However, true love stories never have true endings
Recently out rights and our lives began to matter, began to enroot
All at once this code was not so Da Vinci
Sixteen years of fighting, thirty-one years of waiting, now we're finally grasping it
It's no longer a redo, more of an endless continue
Fear still lingered but it no longer rested comfortably
Now just am idea, an ink drop in one's mind, no longer all becoming, the focus point no more
You can't help who you love, but you shouldn't have too
Love should always be free
That is the case for us now but it wasn't always
Do not let a new wave of hate begin with you
Go now. be swift
For love can be much like debris, the only time it shows true impact is when it was once yours