How could I ask him to come see me
When your faces tell him to turn and leave
Before you even know his name
You see he's gay, and that he's unashamed
Your eyes scream DEMON before he walks in
Glaring him down, challenging him
How can I ask someone to go through that
Just to come inside and chat?
How can I ask her to drop on by
When you know we used to get high
Before you even hear her story
You tell her to "Scram!" and redeem your own glory
By ridding your home of all the sin
That I, your prodigal daughter, has brought in
Why am I expected to make him stay
When you judge him for the choices he's made
But, see, that his history, his past
He can't pretend to have a memory lapse
And ignore house arrest, the police cars
Checking up on him every few hours
This is a lesson the younger people teach
The older generations just want to preach
But that's not how you react to rape, abuse
You don't blame them for the drugs they've used
We've all made mistakes, some are wrong, some, right
But trust me on this, Dad, I'm not going to lose this fight.
