That day will come, the day that makes
the sun pause with a radiant smirk.
That day will come, where perfection
is only one of life's many perks.
That day, o yes it will come,
not today, or tomorrow but someday.
That day where the smitters will get there's,
o yes, they will pay.
For the damnation they scream, day after day,
is the naive whimper of their deep insecurity.
That day will come, when all
can see your magnificent purity.
O and the romance you will have,
the bountiful fancies and joys.
The eternal righteousness that no man could deny,
regardless of it's mannerisms: the frolicking with boys.
And that day will come, when matters of kin
are not a tepid mixture, but one of compassion.
"A little more than kin, and a little less than kind"
disappear and seem so out of fashion.
Yes, that day will come
and I know you are sceptic.
That day will come,
that day will come.
Be pactient, live life today
and stay the way you are,
don't leave yourself astray.
