Invisible
Observing the "It's a Sin," phenomenon from behind a wry old smile and a glass of champagne.
What if I won’t be found?
As the world turns white.
As the winds turn cold.
As a young gay man
Turns grey and old.
What if I won't be found?
When loneliness bites.
When I can’t be seen.
When my own community
Doesn’t see where I’ve been.
What if I won't be found?
As you watch, “It’s a sin.”
As you say that you care.
As your day to day conduct
Won’t accede I was there.
What if I won't be found?
When you just see my age.
When I am made invisible.
When I die here each day
Your emotions are risible.
What if I won’t be found?
As we dare to go out.
As a bitch of young queens.
As you sneer your disdain
And you just see, “has beens.”
What if I won’t be found?
When I’m Henry, Colin, Roscoe or Ash.
When I remain unseen as you walk on by.
When you fail to acknowledge
We didn’t all die.
La!
