(Now more than ever, with the far right trying to define the  structure of the family for us, we must honor and support the  courageous women and men who affirm the true definition of family  every day of their lives. Dedicated with love to gay and lesbian  parents everywhere.)  Good night my daughter  Sleep tight, my son  The world is full of injustices  Of which you know none  I wish that I could shelter you  So you'd never have to see  The ways in which some folks have made  An outlaw out of me  Good night, my precious  Sweet dreams, my little one  While the lawyers and the courts decide  What is to be done  I wish that you could tell them all,  When they dare to question me,  That we're every bit the model  Of a perfect family  It's not the pot that grows the flower  It's not the clock that slows the hour  The definition's plain for anyone to see  Love is all it takes to make a family  Good night, my child  So innocent, so young  When they start teaching you to hate me  I pray you won't succumb  To prejudice and bigotry  To ignorance and shame  Because I'm proud of who I am  And hope you'll feel the same