But For The Grace
When the road gets tough and the world won’t bend
And the painfulness of the deed won’t end.
And you’re head hangs down ‘cause your spirit’s bound
With the guiltiness that society’s found.

‘Tis time for us, for you and for me
To be able to live as we want life to be.
To stand up proud with brother and friend.
In a world where love is a means and an end.

In a world where All can love who you are.
And take pleasure in your freedom to reach for your star.
In a world of respect where your star or mine’s
Not judged for how closely it conforms to some line.

‘Tis the time, dear friend, to shed some tears
And to realize that throughout your years
Your road’s been rough like no one’s known
And it’s long over due for you to come home.

‘Tis the time, dear friend, to realize too
That only you can judge the who that is you
But judge with respect, compassion and tears.
Love who you are, and ignore those who would jeer.

It’s these times you discover the meaning of friend
For some rush to judgment as their boundaries won’t bend
But other men know that frailties abound
And the best of the best of the best run aground.

So here you are Man, looking back at the deed
And your spirit is wounded and a spirit can bleed.
And I’m hurting too cause I’ve lived where you’ve been.
Don’t turn away, out of shame, from a friend.

Man, this is a time to be with your friends.
Use us. We’re here and we know where you’ve been.
Your spirit will mend with us at your side.
Come to us my friend, to our arms opened wide.
Night.Owl
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