The Real Face is the Strength of Man

THE REAL FACE OF MAN

Look at the way he moves,
Look at the confidence,
He’s in the groove,
Look how he handles situations,
Still and unruffled,
He is calm when facing trouble,
He must be strong
Or is he?
He doesn’t say a word,
He is so peaceful,
Or is he?
He doesn’t react,
He must be in control,
Or is he?

Misinterpretation,
A projection of strength,
Onto faceless time,
Impassive non-resistance,
Is not kind,
He goes in his direction,
Never deviates to please,
This is not strength that is grounded,
He flows with his breeze.

He is not serving,
He needs to be served,
He is not giving,
His emotions aren’t living,
They died in the corpse of his war,
He buried them deep within,
They are locked into an endless cycle,
No responsibility,
A bicycle with no brakes,
He rides life,
He’s out of control.

But to heal old wounds,
He must be bold,
He must start to speak up,
And show us his real face,
Reveal the truth,
Look into the crevasse of weakness,
Honour the cracks,
Breaking down the wall.

That is what takes you to the new track,
The new path of a new life,
But you must be strong to be vulnerable,
And visible to be seen,
Don’t hide your heart
for it is the greatest strength,
For we are indivisible when united,
Join hands with me,
Admit your pain,
Heal yourself,
And make your stand,
For the grandest stand of mankind,
Is a kind man,
that understands,
Himself.