• Love is something that falls into our hearts.
    I see tales of those who locked it out.
    No chances to run away from our hunters.
    Do we stand or do we die?
    I see you break in every hated word spit your way.
    Don't stop fighting for your life.
    Rise up to stand up with us, the broken souls of the strange.
    Hate is something that we seem to born into any more.
    We are told that everything we are is wrong.
    Are lives are not a mistake.
    We are here to live, it's our right, because we love.
    Fear not the cornered animal lashing at you.
    Fear not the groups that glare hate at you.
    Do we stand or do we die?
    I see the light in your eyes threatening to fade away.
    Don't give up.
    We are here with you.
    We stand beside you, not behind you.
    Love is something that falls into our hearts.
    I see tales of those who kill it.
    No chance to run from our hunters.
    So do you stand with us or die in mass of tears and sorrow.
    We might not know you, but we'll love you anyway.
    Stay and fight, life is worth it.