Men

All the responsibilities on a man's shoulder,
Like an experienced soldier he's supposed to handle life's boulders.
Sacrifices rarely accounted for, dreams vaguely fulfilled
Accepted by society on conditional clause of being a provider.
Oh, men's don't cry, miraculously they're supposed to heal,
That's what we are taught since we're little beings.
Yes, we do tire, yes, we do cry
With a smile in our face, to our depraved emotions we blatantly lie !!