What a Man

What a man you we're To take into the ring Two young children eight and ten Screaming each time they heard the bell ring What a man you we're For taking her on Sure she asked for that Each and every time you hit her What kind of man were you Each new round you fought What were you thinking of When you held them down Did you really think they'd thank you For every lesson you have at the end of every punch Did you continue to wonder As you waited alone for their praise So many knew what kind of man you was At to this day are shamed by what they did not do But there will only one place for the blame The kind of man you will always be