I LOOK at all the people
Who meet me and are gay,
And wonder have they broken hearts
That hurt night and day?
So I am very kind to them
Whoever they may be,
Because they may have broken hearts
Broken hearts, like me.
I LOOK at all the people
Who meet me and are gay,
And wonder have they broken hearts
That hurt night and day?
So I am very kind to them
Whoever they may be,
Because they may have broken hearts
Broken hearts, like me.
© Margaret Widdemer