Exploding out of the back of my mind is a dream It is a dream that can be spoken, written, and sung It is a dream that can be hated, cursed, and hung My dream is hope Hope for a new age of men and women Who love other men and women simply because they exist And because there is a God, somewhere out there Who sees not what they've done, but who they are They are children, they are beloved, and they are his My dream is this hope, my hope is this dream And to stand with or withstand this dream Will make or break its existence far beyond the exploding walls of my own mind