"Cheyenne" lyrics

"Cheyenne"

An infant reared on hatred never learns
To hold diversity inviolate
While so-called moralists proclaim they've got the test
To monitor the ways our love's expressed

So just think it through
Hatred is the stillborn child of ignorance and boredom
Such a narrow view
Means seeds of tolerance are sown by those who can't afford them

What will you do?
It's not too late for you to change your xenophobic point of view

Now your pontifications leave us draped in disbelief
Why should we suffer for the fear that's underneath
If we could learn to cherish what sets us apart
Keep love instead of fear within our hearts?

So just think it through
Hatred is the stillborn child of ignorance and boredom
Such a narrow view
Means seeds of tolerance are sown by those who can't afford them

What will you do?
It's not too late for you to change your xenophobic point of view

Big fucking man, contestant in a freak show
So quick to terrorize someone you hardly know
Don't see the pain, when will you realize
That love is never wrong, just learn to empathize


Writer(s): Jim Matheos, John Arch, John M Archambault
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