Men can't describe their pain, it's insane
Nor can he creep under the sheets and weep

He never can let his sorrows effect tomorrow
He chooses not to let his true feelings become vision.

He becomes harder not smarter
He becomes violent yet silent

He is Instant not patient
He becomes distant not close

A man's love can be warm, it can be snug
Until hurt makes him timid, in which makes him love with limits

Just because he felt you, doesn't mean love is what he dealt you.
Lost is the passion, born is just smashin

Where feelings begets thought, and thought begets love
And love begets desire, and desire begets yearning

But once love is gone, and he has no reason to hold on
Then settling is prolonged, and the game is played on

He doesn't care how he's hurt you, and his love is like a curfew
When he's in, he's in, but when he's out he's out

So you try to change him, when the past has estranged him
To how love can be, He'll never again see

How good love feels, how time does heal
Instead he reels, and his heart, he seals

The only way it will open is if you show him, don't mold him
Only be his blessing, He'll learn his own lesson

And when his grey skies are again blue, guess who he'll turn to...
You,

The trials of a man can only be overcome by that Man...No one else...
Overstand