Real Men Cry.

Real men cry to their mothers, and laugh with the others
When all of the jokes are on them
They’re rough and they’re tumble, but inside, they’re humble
When nobody’s looking, they even get sad
And they’d talk all night
They’d even break down when you think they might
And when you get past our egos
There’s a heart that wants to be just like…
Jesus. The man of all men
The only One who makes hearts whole again
And He could’ve backed down with those people around
But He proved for the last time that real men die
Well, you can black out your windows, or go where the wind blows
But you’ll answer to something someday
Bob said it best when his slow train went west
But dignity just doesn’t pay
We could talk all night
You can even break down if you think you might
But when we can’t impress comes the real test…
Are we just like…
When you can’t impress, there’s your real test…
Are you just like… Jesus?