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The Secret Cry of a Man

The secret cry of a man When all it take's to be A man today is all about Work and pay Income and bill Pay and use me (women) Then life is not friendly To men to it true nature The secret cry of a man A man is a human Men are like the lion Of human on planet Earth A man is an observing being He has a pride in him In which he live it with a passion Always he is so protective Like he love to be cared for As well The secret cry of a man A man value all that matters To his soul A man is not a toy Like he is turn in to Nowadays Where he is more Like an ATM machine Rather more like a Sex toy The secret cry of a man In places men are more Like a tool of income As he always have to be out there working The secret cry of a man At home he has a lot responsibilities Family buck him Society buck him Women buck him His boss at work buck him Is like he got no escape To his real being Just because he is a man Does not make him a machine Money maker ladies Oh just because he is A man don't mean he Must die hard The secret cry of a man In his closet he she'd tears unseen For the woman he love Love him not but his money In his closet he she'd tears untouched For he see that all around Every one need more with Out much care but an intention In his closet He she'd tears For when He realise he is all alone Despite the crowd around him Just with his shadows As he cry where no one Notice The secret cry of a man A man loves as he Need to be loved too Men are killed daily With out a notice Guess May be why We have less men Men are not only killed With gun at war Men are psychologically And slowly deprive Of their true nature Like is obvious today In the closet of men In places lies The secret cry of a man

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