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