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
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 ?