Help is coming, help is coming One day late, one day late After you?ve given up and all is gone Help is coming one day late Help is coming, help is coming
If you never plan to come out of your shell You're never gonna get well I understand your reasons not to What you don't know is what you're afraid of
When the snowman brings the snow Well, he just might like to know He's put a great big smile On somebody's face If you jump into your bed Quickly cover
When I?m with you, I feel naked and sacred And this world can be so cold I wanna hold you naked and sacred Till I grow old What does love mean? Can love
He climbs in my lap for a goodnight hug He calls me Dad and I call him Bub With his faded old pillow, a bear named Pooh He snuggles up close and says, "
I don't know how to say exactly how I feel And I can't begin to tell You what Your love has meant, I'm lost for words Is there a way to show the passion
You are not a God created by human hands You are not a God dependent on any mortal man You are not a God in need of anything we can give By Your plan
Lord, let Your light Light of Your face Shine on us Lord, let Your light Light of Your face Shine on us That we may be saved That we may have life To
I was shocked when I saw him I guess, he was looking for me So I crawled out of the deep dark sea I came up on the sand and asked him who he be And he
(A note of thanks to Tom Wilson Weinberg for his lyric "Not Gonna Stop Loving Men" which planted the seed for this song.) We don't have to stop loving
(Breaking up scenes and bad food go together so well, don't they? Thanks to Jonathan and Darlene Edwards for the inspiration.) In a Mexican restaurant
(By an accident of birth, my adolescence took place in the early seventies instead of the early sixties. But now I'm ready to make up for all those beach
(Dedicated to the memory of John Peterman, and to the future of people with AIDS and ARC.) He's big and he's proud He's abrasive and loud He can roar
(For all the straight men who think that every gay man is out to seduce them, and for those gay men who indeed are.) With so many gay men and so little
(This was written after reading an article by Joseph Neisen in the Fall 1990 issue of OUT/LOOK, titled "Heterosexism or Homophobia? The Power of the
(Originally titled "Getting Past the Anger," this song was begun 10 years ago, but never sung... until the anger faded. An attempt to close the generation
(The best laid plans of love and support can backfire...) I remember fondly the days when we first met You were shy and awkward, afraid of life and yet
(To Jay, whom I forgot to thank, and to the previous generation of gay and lesbian people for making my life a little easier. - RR) Were you robbing the
