Archive for April, 2012

Brother

I heard a man crying,
A history of sorts
of all the blows he had absorbed
He counted out the cost.
You know what everybody says:
boys they shouldn’t cry
So, we grow up to be men
Burying it deep inside…but
I heard a man crying
And no matter how I tried
I could not look upon that face
I could not meet those eyes.
At night when I try to sleep
I hear his heart break again
I remember when we were boys,
and now we are only men.