The Strength of a Man ? ( Or You 2 )

The Strength of a Man ? ( or You 2 ) Where does it lay Not arms of muscle brawn Or in clay sinew to withstand Nor in adept ability not to be shaken By the tears of emotion No it does not begin with this position Of providing house and home Bills paid Or in blood flow defense of a nation It does not lay in his resolution of promises So easily broken Not in the prowess of possession Or sexual accomplishment Where does the strength of a man lay As a man; I will tell you It lays in his weakness In the last and final wall broken It lays in his trembling hands When he holds his love All the power of surety’s confidence By all those things of sinew and blood Dismantled by love Where does his strength lay It lays in the heart of his love Naked undefended Capitulation of all his resolve to be a man It lays in the arms And crying like a baby To the breast of his beloved Woman It lives and breathes for her protection And wounded so, he can see himself And lay himself out for the breaking The strength of a man Lays in his undisguised adoration In the most pathetic of need The strength of a man lays stripped and open And confesses life without her love Would scour his life to nothing You have said I am strong, you said in awe “You have so much strength” But I, my love, am utterly worthless Just a chrome plated hunk of timbre A life’s orchestrated flat-line to remember Of appearance And semblance Of a man Nothing in all my strength Without you So just give me Make me see My weakness