I am A man,a man who cries in silence,
Into the pillows,in the dark,
On my own.
Sometimes, I hold my crucifix when I do,
But , they said that Christ is a crutch for the weak,
Sometimes, I hold those close to me,
But they too want not a man who cries,
The world says I should let the tears drop,
Drop into my stomach.
I am A man, a man who stands in strength,
My insides churn like milk urns, but I can`t,
I can`t let the world see the turmoil,
To the world, I should smile, be a beacon.
I should carry them on my shoulders,
Even when those shoulders stagger and statter,
I am A man, the world only wants a man of me.
A man should stand and be counted, even when
His toes are blistering with pain
I am a man, a man who weeps, only in hiding,
But I weep all the same, I weep harder than you do.
If a brother should die I should carry their caskets ,
From the hearse, to the grave,
With a stoic smile on my face,
I will heap the soil on the grave, thinking hard ,
As it rises, the grave will call to me’
“ Friend, being a man too much, will take you there,
Too first,To the grave.”
I am A man,but let me be.
Let me cry in peace, out in the world,
Where you all can see me howl
if you want me to live,
And a hug probably,
Because men, men are not cast of stone.
They too hurt,
And they too cry.
I am a man, let me cry,
The tears wont make me a man any less.
I am a man.