Dancing Gay Foot Steps

I trod lightly, homophobic world behind iron bars where you put me, loving. Cold bare walls though they be weeping white the sleeping snow. Melted hearts pulled apart where roses dare not grow. Quite grows they I can hear what others said before. I have not come tis morning ere a distant thunder roared. The well mowed felds of living oaks move slowly back twords me gently gathered up I am now felled. I am at rest, I to was young one other with this secret turns away to face a certain frightful date. I have danced at my last dance forevers not to long, my name they carved in stone.