Sometimes it seems that

The sun can be shining and it is still grey

Other than the coffee that is not going to taste sweet

Letting myself show a feeling is

Every bit as unwanted as

Never receiving a birthday gift again

Deprived of the chance to tell

Everyone who needs to hear your voice

Something that could make them feel better

Is now going to be gone forever

Red will never mean a valentine after this

Each slow song will have

Some twinge of loss and doubt and regret

Hate has caused a sick mind to

End the true  energies of too many good souls

Rise up and show your face and unleash your voice

Every person knows that we have to make a change