HE’S A MAN
Every day he’s screaming.
But no one ever hears.
He must be strong.
So no one sees his tears.
At night he dreams.
Of a life that may never be.
Of an ideal life.
That in a sense he may be free.
He has this feeling.
That life is passing him by.
His lifespan creeping.
Towards the day he’ll die.
What’s there in between.
The cradle and the grave.
But to work and to struggle
To scrimp and to save.
He’s been a provider
Put a roof over their head
Fought all there battles
And kept them well fed
But do they appreciate
Just what he has done
Or do they ever realise
His life was no fun
No, they just criticised
They took all and ran
Their eyes were shut tight
To the fact; – he’s a man
For it is far too easy
To take for granted what’s there
Look at the husband and father
And tell him – you care
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