Tears

it came to me in drunken stupor
that it doesn't matter how strong we are, we harbor a weakness deep inside,
that is easily shook and we are brought to our knees,
that insecurity that we think everyone sees.

i jumped, i leaped into the air, trying to fly above
their daggered stares
waiting for me to fall 10000 feet to the ground,
but i will survive with but a broken arm
and move on forwards without sign of alarm.

it hits you left and right,
the pain that they feel from true harm,
as you turn that fear into another tongue
prepared that you're another hero unsung.

took 30 years now, to break through the first layers
punching, kicking, strong arming
wasn't easy to speak your way to the top
took strength to know your weakness
compared to others was no less.

but there remains deep down inside
those drips and drops of insecurities left behind
that charge your batteries when they're low
for the world to see that you're all you have to show.

and from the deepest cold and the heaviest rains
you'll fight on through the onslaught, those tears,
and with the virtue you've absorbed from the women all around
to break through the fortitude of you're own masculinity
knowing that in the end it's your affinity
to the greatest power that you hold
the tears so warm they can any situation bold.