I hope to see another day,
To make it through the fear and pain,
Harassed, called dyke, queer, and gay,
As if they hope to make some gain.
She holds me close to her heart,
There, I feel loved and wanted,
She promises not to part,
And leave me feeling haunted.
Each day she give her life to me,
Her heart so kind and open,
She gives me hope to see,
That from them I can't be broken.