Men don't cry right?
We walk with our chest out and head up
Deal with things on our own
Be strong for others
But who's gonna be strong for us?.....
Yes childbirth is painful
But nothing compares to the feeling of emptiness
Knowing you can't vent because you will feel emasculated
No shoulder to lean on
So we hold our head up with our hands
But happens when our hands get tired?
We're hopeless drowning in our own sorrow
With God being our only answer
We still search for a solution to our sorrow
The answer is tears.

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