From our small towns and suburbias
We’d escape
From our own fears living nightmares
We’d awake
One by one
And we came to a place where we would belong
And we made up the rules as we went along
My generation
We fought for our loving
My generation
We built if from nothing
With our Centers and cafés
Our protests and parades
Our sports teams and cabarets
We found each other
We held on
When faced with our holocaust
And all was lost
And we scraped and we struggled to stay alive
Never knowing among us who would survive
My generation
We fought for our loving
My generation
We built if from nothing
With our rags and our ribbons
Our flags coalitions
Our leagues and newspapers
Our teams and fundraisers
Our banners and backrooms
Our churches and chatrooms
Our quilts and our choirs
Our punks and our riot grrrls
We found each other
Scott Free 2008
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