death   has been your lover   he has brought you   the edges of your life   and now you are looking over   and all we can say is   it's gonna be all right   and i am looking forward   to looking back on these days   when on every corner   someone holds a sign   that says i'm homeless   i'm hungry and   i have aids      how will they define our generation   in the coming decades   who will tell the story   and what will they say?   will they say the victims   were thought of as criminals   while the guilty sat on high   deciding their fate   ticking off statistics in their spare time   tell me,   which is the crime?      may you never test positive   pregnancy   hiv   may you never be the receptacle of blame   may you never be the scapegoat   for a whole   world full of shame   may you never be fighting for your life   and at the same time   have to fight for your name      there are too few who open both eyes   we sit back in our easy chairs   and we try to sympathize   whether from the point of a needle or   the edge of our beds   we too, like too many others,   could be dead   our actions   will define us   before a single definition can be said   yeah, so what if god is testing us   what if that's true   what are you going to do   what is the answer   to you