The Strong Man Perspectives
The Strong Man
Who is a strong man—can you tell?
The one who loves, then breaks the spell?
The one who cheats with silent eyes,
Then walks away with no goodbyes?
The one who wants you for a night,
Then vanishes before the light?
The one who fears the bond, the tie—
No strings, no tears, no reason why?
Or is he one who waits through years,
Through storms, through doubts, through silent tears?
The one who stands when all else breaks,
Who gives, who bends, yet never fakes?
The one who listens, heart in hand,
Who tries his best to understand?
But does he lose his voice and say
Nothing at all, then walks away?
Is he the man with gold to show?
Or one with nothing left to owe?
The one who’s rich in heart, not land,
Who holds your grief with quiet hand?
Or is he he who speaks with grace,
With truth and fire upon his face?
The one who’s loyal, firm, and kind,
With steady soul and thinking mind?
The one who’s wild, or calm and wise?
The saint who sees through all disguise?
The madman with a broken song?
Or one who’s watched the world too long?
The one who quits all worldly fire—
Or burns within, yet climbs up higher?
The one who cares, who bears your weight,
Or he who leaves it up to fate?
So tell me now, and understand—
The strength of man is not so planned.
He’s not the mask or fleeting part—
A strong man holds a burning heart.
He breaks, he bends, he stays, he tries,
He owns his truth, he sees the lies.
Not rich or poor, not loud or still—
But one who dares to love, and will.

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