Men to the right,
Men to the left,
An army awaits the earth filled to the brim in a straight line,
Men are emotionless.
Men are strong.
Children are a woman's job.
What about the man that chose to stay home with his child in need of such delicate care,
The man that put everything on hold for his child,
The child that will one day ask why only him to which he will have to reply gently and honestly,
This act doesn't make him emotionless it makes you hear his heart.
The heart that bleeds as he cries over the loss of his love, a love which claimed forever.
He is still strong a few cracks but strong.
Strong for the heart that keeps pumping not for him but his child the bundle of innocence so fragile it could be china ready to break at first touch.
He will be strong but never let someone know his pain,
Society deems that unreasonable.
