Written by: JoanMarie Peranteau

My man, my sons
do not you shun
lay your head upon my breast
and with my arms
you I will caress
Turn your frustrations
from anger to tears
your still my strong man
please have no fear
For it is only a lie
that a man is not to cry
My sons, my man
weep hard
weep hard as you can
weep weep
for you will find
a brighter day and a pleasant sleep
C. 1984