I heard quite often “Men Don’t Cry”
Though no one ever told me why
So when I fell and skinned a knee
No one came to comfort me.
And when some bully boys at school.
Would pull a prank so mean and cruel
I’d quickly learn to turn and quip
“It Doesn’t Hurt”, and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though “Be A Big Boy” it began,
Quite soon I learned to ” Be A Man”.
And I could play that stoic role
While storm and tempest wracked my soul
No pain or setback could there be
Could wrest one single tear from me.

Then one long, cold night, I stood nearby
And helplessly watched my Big Brutha, Zebedee die,
And quickly found to my surprise
That all that tearless talk was lies.
And still I cry and have no shame
I couldn't play that ”Big Boy” game any longer,
And openly without remorse
I let my sorrow take its course.

So those of you who can’t abide
A man you’ve seen whose often cried,
Reach out to him with all your heart
As one whose life’s been torn apart.

For men do cry when they can see
Their loss of immorality.
And tears will come in endless streams
When mindless fate destroys their dreams.