A man's ego is a thick wall
Covering his vulnerable soul,
Protects him from shivering
From the outside cold.

It is his coach, and his captain
As well as his life's  good coach,
Protecting the his exteriors
From his fragility he never boasts.

As soft as the clouds wandering
Through the dust of the city life,
Same as the careful veins
Embedded in a womans' soft heart.

Snugged in his vicious tongue
With every word in his gauntlet
Warming his soul away
From any dark and cold blankets.

Like diamonds you try to dismantle
And see him break at once,
As he snaps to put the pieces back
But the cracks can't be undone.