On Every Corner
Death has been your lover
He has brought you the edges of your life
And now you are looking over
And all we can say is, it's gonna be all right
And I am looking forward to looking back on these days
When on every corner
Someone holds a sign that says I'm homeless
I'm hungry and I have AIDS
How will they define our generation
In the coming decades
Who will tell the story
And what will they say?
Will they say the victims were thought of as criminals
While the guilty sat on high deciding their fate
Ticking off statistics in their spare time
Tell me, which is the crime?
May you never test positive
Pregnancy, HIV, may you never be the receptacle of blame
May you never be the scapegoat for a whole world full of shame
May you never be fighting for your life
And at the same time have to fight for your name
There are too few who open both eyes
We sit back in our easy chairs and we try to sympathize
Whether from the point of a needle or the edge of our beds
We too like too many others, could be dead
And our actions will define us
Before a single definition can be said
Yeah, so what if god is testing us
What if that's true, what are you going to do?
What is the answer to you
Death has been your lover
He has brought you the edges of your life
And now you are looking over
And all we can say is, it's gonna be all right
And I am looking forward to looking back on these days
When on every corner
Someone holds a sign that says I am homeless
I am hungry and I have AIDS