There's something when...
A man cries.
We know he's tried it all...
A lone fighter, against the wall.
His life's been overhauled
Else he'd hide his tears, his bawls.
This is his last resort.
Maybe his last hope.
Before he breaks the news
It's his anguish call to God's -
A war cry for strength...
Or to not let him fall.
The burden of manhood is heavy
And tears are read as weak.
And that's why my heart dies -
Whenever a man cries.
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