Cheyenne - Good Riddance

An infant reared on hatred never learns

To hold diversity inviolate

While so-called maralists

Proclaim they’ve got the test

To monitor the ways our love’s expressed

So just think it through

Hatred is the stillborn child

Of ignorance and boredom

Such a narrow view

Means seeds of tolerance are sown

By those who can’t afford them

What wiil you do?

It’s not too late for you to change

Your xenophobic point of view

Now your pontifications leave us

Draped in disbelief

Why should we suffer for

the fear that’s undearneath

If we could learn to cherish what sets us apart

Keep love instead of fear within our hearts

So just think it through

Hatred is the stillborn child

Of ignorance and boredom

Such a narrow view

Means seeds of tolerance are sown

By those who can’t afford them

What wiil you do?

It’s not too late for you to change

Your xenophobic point of view

Big fucking man contestant in a freak show

So quick to terrorize someone

You hardly know

Don’t see the pain when will you realize

That love is never wrong

Just learn to empathize