Marsh Inside
Marsh Inside
A man has to kill the boy in him,
Because his woman has to feel protected.
A man's tear slips seldom:
He never shares his,
Even when hers is melting.
If a man wouldn't abide by such laws
And start crying
From the hard times, his wife would then bawl,
"You're soft! I will find one with brawns,
"A strong guy whom I could vent on."
A man foresees this cold answer,
And so he weeps alone,
Ashamed to even show
The pain; he keeps it cloaked with anger.
A man for sure loves his woman,
But only war and death love him.
He softens the world for his broad,
And dies with a burden in his heart.
A man tries,
He tries hard to put some food on the plates
As the world strives hard to pull him to his grave.
A man's best friend is pain,
Which he's kept in him caged,
As contempt and disdain filled his lone mind.
Because of it, a man often takes his own life.