Being but men
what softness know we
tough it up
**** it in
let out not a peep

what do we know
of gentle
and fair

fear to be fair
how can it be fair
rip out your heart
strip your chest bare

Tender soul
what do you know
of grit
and glory
yet you make me whole

my river's run dry
eyes that can't cry
I need you so
help me to grow

being but (a) man
a softness I seek
hold me close
lie me still
let me be meek