A man with hidden tears,
a man carrying silent pain
suffering no one sees,
battles no one knows.
a man carrying silent pain
suffering no one sees,
battles no one knows.
He stands firm before the world,
wearing strength like armor,
trying to prove
He is solid enough
wearing strength like armor,
trying to prove
He is solid enough
to face every storm.
Yet no one knows
what pain lives within.
what pain lives within.
Behind those expressive eyes
secrets tremble,
tears waiting
for permission to fall.
secrets tremble,
tears waiting
for permission to fall.
Inside, the man keeps fighting
unheard voices,
endless dedication,
working, enduring, pushing forward
even as body and mind grow weary.
unheard voices,
endless dedication,
working, enduring, pushing forward
even as body and mind grow weary.
A man with hidden tears.
Perhaps he, too, deserves
a moment to break,
to let his feelings flow
like a quiet river.
a moment to break,
to let his feelings flow
like a quiet river.
Maybe it is society,
maybe the mask of strength
maybe the mask of strength
he had learned to wear,
making him believe,
making him believe,
he must always be tough,
Unlike a women
who may share, cry,
or express her pain,
A man often hides,
suppresses,
and carries his struggle alone.
But one day
he may learn
that his tears are not weakness
they are simply the truth of his heart.
A man with hidden tears.
yet a man who can
finally set them free.