by Nick Gisburne
Our sordid little secret is undone
They saw us there, together, on the moors
They don’t believe we do it just for fun
And now they talk of therapy and cures
The burden on our families is real
It damages their dignity and pride
They say they cannot fathom how we feel
They wonder how our innocence has died
Together now, we rise to make a stand
To celebrate the life we choose to live
A statement to the world was never planned
But honesty is all we have to give
We choose to wear a deeper, darker cloth
Accept us as you see us. We are goth
