There is a child's fist,
Inside of me.
Clutching tight to what my dad said,
When I was three.

I remember that night,
My mom walked out the door.
To leave my dad for good,
And forevermore.

I was very sad,
That she was gone.
My dad turned to me,
And said "Son,
You're a big boy now,
And big boys don't cry.
So wipe that tear,
From your eye."

I carried that message,
Throughout my life.
Through all the pain.
Through all the strife.

Tears did not fall,
So easily.
Stuffing all the hurt,
Deep inside of me.

A child's fist,
Grips fiercely tight.
To a wrong,
That I must right.