You can't help who you love, but you shouldn't have too

Love is very much something you can take as debris

The year was 1967, love was finally legal

Acceptance grew

People's passion was finally let free

Suddenly, just for a moment, racism was gone and hearts were no longer empty

You can't help who you love, but you shouldn't have too

But apparently, it was not meant to be

They stopped us when all we wanted was rights

A supposed discolourization of hue was simply too much for you

To them, we were the unwanted adoptee

However, true love stories never have true endings

Recently out rights and our lives began to matter, began to enroot

All at once this code was not so Da Vinci

Sixteen years of fighting, thirty-one years of waiting, now we're finally grasping it

It's no longer a redo, more of an endless continue

Fear still lingered but it no longer rested comfortably

Now just am an idea, an ink drop in one's mind, no longer all becoming, the focus point no more

You can't help who you love, but you shouldn't have too

Love should always be free

That is the case for us now but it wasn't always

Do not let a new wave of hate begin with you

Go now. be swift

For love can be much like debris, the only time it shows true impact is when it was once yours