fred small
scott and jamie
Call us America's sweethearts - we found a place in Roxbury Where we can meet the mortgage, go to church on Sunday I teach communion class and David leads the choir Ten years together thinking about children  Lots of children out there beat up, beat down, hoping for a  Home and a harbor, a hand that doesn't hit Where the form said father and mother, we had to cross it out Father and father, that's David and me  Twelve months of waiting, suddenly two little boys on our doorstep Scared and crying, gave them a bath and tucked them in Three-year-old Jamie, little brother Scott Jamie had a bruise like a boot in the middle of his back  Refrain: Love is love, no matter who, no matter where Love is love, and a child knows when it's there They can pry away the fingers that graced these walls with dirt They can pull us apart, they can lie, oh they can hurt But love leaves a trace and the heart holds a place for love's return  McDonalds and K-Mart - do you know how hard it is to find kids' shoes Scott's first haircut, grinning and a little confused Outside the aquarium baseball jackets red and blue A picture is like time that's standing still  Jamie was a scrapper, he punched his brother, decked the kid next door He threw a plate at David then ducked and cowered waiting for the blow After supper I held him close, "You're safe here, this is your home" And the rains came to the parched and broken earth  But the papers smelled the headlines - gay parents, two little innocent boys TV news on the front porch, politicians made a lot of noise Liberal governor, he gave the order Social worker phoned, "Have them ready at three"  Picked Jamie up at daycare, kids were running shouting as they played We didn't want to tell him, maybe the governor could have explained Jamie was screaming when we strapped him in the welfare car David said, "We love you," and they were gone  You find out who your friends are, some came 'round some just let it go Rallies on the common people singing people saying no This is crazy - but Scott and Jamie  Are still pinballs in a busted machine  The kitchen's clean and quiet, we changed the furniture around Still keep Scott's rabbit - in the middle of the night sometimes I wake to the sound Of a little one crying when there's nothing there at all David holds me, says "Go back to sleep"  Refrain