I came to life when I met him, I was feeling grace.
Wiped away the doubts of being right or wrong.
One touch of his hand dryed the tears on my face,
I never knew one could feel so strong.
Just to hold him gives me peace, I‘ve never felt before,
hear his heart, feel his warmth, softly, skin on skin.
I found someone to hold my love, I never wanted more.
Be with him all alone is our gentle sin.
I‘m happy as a bird can be, blazing like the sun,
and want to show my love like other lovers do.
Hold his hand in public shouldn‘t cause a run,
but the world can‘t change as long as there‘s one like you!
„Go to hell, you stupid fags!“, shouting comes across.
Words can hurt like if they break my bones,
Hatred‘s rushing over me like some rocks to toss.
But I will still love him, so throw your solid stones.
You disgraced us as sinners, we were insulted, beaten, hurt,
though you will never know. So stick to your despicable course.
But I came to make you hear my words:
Our love is as valid as yours!