Considering Matthew Shepard, Prologue: No. 2, Ordinary Boy

"Lets talk about Matt"

Ordinary boy

ordinary boy

ordinary boy

Born in December in Caspar,

Wyoming

(Wyoming)

Ordinary boy.

To a father(Dennis)

and a mother.(Judy)

Ordinary boy.

Then came a youger brother, Logan.

His name was Matthew Wayne Shepard.

And one day his name came to be known around the world.

But as his mother said,

"You knew him as Matthew;

to us, he was Matt."

He went camping, he went fishing, even hunting for a moose,

He read plays and he read stories and especially Doctor Seuss,

He wrote poems with illustrations for the neighbors on the street,

And he left them in each mail-box' til he learned it was illegal,

He made friends and he wore braces and his frame was rather small,

He sang songs his father taught him.

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,

dormezvous, dormezvous?

Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines!

Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines!

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques,dormezvous?

Judy:

He was my son,

my first born, and more.

He was my friend, my confidant,

my constant reminder of how good life can be,

and how hurtful.

(how good life can be,)

Matt's laugh, his wonderful hugs,

his stories.

Narrator:

Matt writes a bout him self in a notebook:

Matt:

I am funny, sometimes forgetful and messy and lazy.

I am not a lazy person, though.

I am giving and understanding,

and formal and polite.

I am sensitive,

I am honest,

I am sincere.

And I am not a pest.

(I am not a pest)

I am my own person, I am warm.

I want my life to be happy

and I want to be clearer about things;

I want to feel good.

I love Wyoming;

I love Wyoming very much.

(I love Wyoming... so very much)

I love theater. I love good friends,

I love succeeding, I love pasta,

I love jogging, I love walking and feeling good.

I love Europe and driving and music and helping

and smiling and Charlie and Jeopardy.

I love movies and eating and positive people

and pasta and driving and walking and jogging

and kissing and learning and airports and music

and smiling and hugging and being myself,

(I love theater)

"And I love to be on stage!"

(How I love the stage) (repeat)

(How I love!)

Such an ordinary boy living ordinary days

in an ordinary life so worth living,

He felt ordinary yearning

and ordinary fears

with an ordinary hope

for be longing.

He felt ordinary yearning

and ordinary fears

with an ordinary hope

for be longing.

Just an ordinary boy living ordinary days

with extraordinary kindness,

extraordinary laughter,

extraordinary shining

and light, light and joy, and light

I love/ Ordinary (repeat)

Ordinary boy

ordinary boy.