Speak - To Be A Man

You may feel lonely 

So why don’t you speak? 

You may feel the weight of the world (is) 

Crashing at your feet 

You may feel like a statue 

Not able to break 

But inside, 

What toll does that take? 


Maybe you were told to be silent 

That it wasn’t like a man 

To open up your feelings 

And some of that, I understand 


But when the world keeps pushing on you 

And think you’ve got to walk alone 

That’s where you’re wrong 

There are others on the same road 


To be a man

Doesn’t mean to be silent 

Because I’m sure you’ve said some words 

But what is the intention

When your voice is actually heard?

Do you know how to say I love you 

And follow it with your choice 

To take each and every moment 

Trying to hear above the noise?


Because to be a man doesn’t mean to be quiet 

Hell, you’ve yelled out loud 

But maybe somewhere inside 

You feel a little too proud? 


Too proud to open up 

Too proud to cry 

Too proud to let someone know 

As those tears form in your eyes 


I get it, it’s hard 

Maybe you feel like you’d be misunderstood 

But I tell you, 

I’d rather be there 

Than truly alone

And wishing I could


Change the past

(You can’t)

Do it different

(Well, would you try?)

Open up your heart

And let them see you cry


Or just tell your truths

And lift your head up high

And speak

Out of a heart

Broken and redeemed

Humble and willing

To do ALL the things


To be a man.


06/22/25

clc


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