Behind the hulk of a man
Is a little child
Restricted by the bars of maturity
The child wanders within, wild
Waiting, hoping, looking
For a way to explore the world

Behind the shabby walls of the grown man
Is a little child chained by the expectations of the society
Enslaved by an illiberal reality

No more can the land of flowing
With milk and honey be seen
A land with unicorns and candy

No more can the warmth of the blanket in the dark room corner
Serve a cover
Over the world of adventures
The world of rainbows and blooming roses

The hands of time had grown the eyes
But left it he mind

The land with unicorns and candies
Through our weary eyes
Has eroded into one with dragons and poisons

The world beyond the warmth of the blanket
Transgressed into one with clouds of grey
And flowering thorns

Behind the man of steel
The man with a heart of ice

Lays a tender beat
A flaking fire
Waiting to melt away the ice

Behind the words of metal
The heart of steel
Is a child wanting to be loved
To be cared for
To find a true sense of living

It is the child of a man.