We heard all about him His shoulders are broad and carved Heated air come from his nostrils His voice is coarse and attracts respect Creased furrows line his face most times He is strong and built for the kill His muscles seem ready to wake to any duty We thought we know all about him We didn't know why he had restless sleep If his wife did not notice that he sobs most nights How would we? We did not feel it when fear grips his stomach And makes him feel encased in despair He is not allowed to think of it, say it Or show it Nobody goes there Not even him We're only sure that he's a man A strong man We forgot he is first a human Blood runs through him like in all of us The Man dies in he who thinks That the male folks are made of steel It's not too late to realise that They are the 'babiest' of us all Homme
