They say men are made from stuff women aren’t.
Stronger hands, harder hearts
You can take a beating and dare not flinch
The measure of man’s tiers found in grit not ink.
He’s made of wildest dreams and infinite schemes
A man is built to last.
He can plot a tree and chop down forests.
Just women’s ages he dare not ask.
A man should have money, a man should have style.
A man commands the stage.
Men have no fear, knows lust not love.
Being a MAN is all the rage.
So why do good ones fall and bad ones rise?
Is it safe to even ask?
Is it weak to cry, will he be despised?
Is it wise to be about that?
I’m drowning in supposed to be.
What I’m not has been my yoke.
If I’m a man or so I claim will my man card be revoked?
I guess I’ll hang from ropes you beat me with.
My failures and dented pride.
When love is lost we count the cost.
No hope and suicide.