Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are grey

the day your child has courage, to tell you that they’re gay

it’s all picture and no sound for at least the next few weeks

better to say nothing than say something you’ll regret

You said you were the modern man, open minded to the core

it’s a different conversation, when it comes knocking on your door

they might be out, but now you’re in, and all you do is hide

from telling friends and family, fear of denting your own pride

Do you love them any less? Maybe just a little?

blood is blood after all, the right to be prejudicial

maybe I’m the homophobe, or maybe the imposter?

or a dad who thinks he knows what’s best, for his own one and only youngster

Was it something as a parent, that I did or didn’t say

to make my child so different, to grow up in this way?

you realise it’s not your fault and out of your control

you’ve done your best now live with it, concentrate on growing old

Selfishness clouds my judgement and leaves me feeling sad

cursed by a lifestyle that robs me of status of Grandpa

straight, gay, non-binary, we have a right to yearn

to be loved by those who love us and give love in return

Happiness comes in many shapes, and all sorts of guises

sometimes in the strangest things, people, and surprises

somewhere over the rainbow, I hope that skies are blue

where everyone’s accepted and you can live your life as you