Fred Small - Scott And Jamie

Call us America's sweethearts -- We found a place in Roxbury
Where we can meet the mortgage, go to church on Sunday
I teach communion class and David leads the choir
Ten years together thinking 'bout children.
Lots of children out there beat up beat down hoping
For a home and a harbor, a hand that doesn't hit
Where the form said father and mother we had to cross it out
Father and father that's David and me.
Twelve months of waiting, suddenly two little boys on our doorstep
Scared and crying, gave them a bath and tucked them in
Three-year-old Jamie, little brother Scott
Jamie had a bruise like a boot in the middle of his back.
Love is love no matter who no matter where
Love is love and a child knows when it's there
They can pry away the fingers that graced these walls with dirt
They can pull us apart they can lie oh they can hurt
But love leaves a trace and the heart holds a place for love's return.
McDonalds and K-Mart -- do you know how hard it is to find kid's shoes?
Scott's first hair cut, grinning and a little confused
Outside the aquarium baseball jackets red and blue
A picture is like time standing still.
Jamie was a scrapper, he punched his brother, decked the kid next door
He threw a plate at David then ducked and cowered waiting for the blow
After supper I held him close, "You're safe here this is your home."
And the rains came to the parched and broken earth.
The papers smelled the headlines -- gay parents, two little innocent boys
T.V. news on the front porch, politicians made a lot of noise
Liberal governor he gave the order
Social worker phoned, "Have them ready at three."
Picked Jamie up at day care, kids were running, shouting as they played
We didn't want to tell him, maybe the Governor could have explained
Jamie was screaming when we strapped him in the welfare car
David said "We love you" and they were gone.
You find out who your friends are, some came round some just let it go
Rallies on the common people singing people saying no
This is crazy -- but Scott and Jamie
Are still pinballs in a busted machine.
Kitchen's clean and quiet, we changed the furniture around
Still keep Scott's rabbit -- in the middle of the night sometimes I wake to the
sound
Of a little one crying when there's nothing there at all
David holds me, says "Go back to sleep."
Love is love no matter who no matter where
Love is love and a child knows when it's there
They can pry away the fingers that graced these walls with dirt
They can pull us apart they can lie oh they can hurt
But love leaves a trace and the heart holds a place for love's return.
The heart holds a place for love's return