Men

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Life, it feels so easy when you're a child,

Though born into a world so big and so wild.

What worry is, you do not know;

When love is all you need to know.

New relationships are made by just a smile,

And a little crying gets you anything worthwhile.


When you're hurt, when you are scared,

To your mamma you run, crying.

And in her warmth all your fears, all your dread;

Melt like ice and your heart, it becomes so light.

The sore limb feels better, and you smile;

Because you're scared not a longer while.


The years like minutes pass by, and you grow up;

A child this moment, a responsible adult the next.

People, situations, relationships come along they all,

You're grown up and think you can take them all.

People change, relationships break and like ever,

Luck, she seldom seems to do you any favour.


You want to run, you want to hide;

But big boys don't run to their mothers and cry.

All that trouble leaves you lonesome and weary;

With a heart that's heavy and a feeling so dreary.

In despair you cry into your pillow all night;

Promising, tomorrow you'll come up with all might.


You hear a voice deep inside; powerful but mild,

Reminding you, you're grown up; no more a child.

It says you'll get over it like a hero true.

And you cry yourself to sleep hoping it's all true,

Wishing you still were a little child,

In your own little world gone wild.

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