Real men cry to their mothers, and laugh with the others
When all of the jokes are on them.
Theyre rough and theyre tumble, but inside, theyre humble.
When nobodys looking, they even get sad,
And theyd talk all night.
Theyd even break down when you think they might.
And when you get past our egos,
theres a heart that wants to be just like
Jesus. The man of all men.
The only One who makes hearts whole again.
And He couldve 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 youll answer to something someday.
Bob said it best when his slow train went west,
But dignity just doesnt pay.
We could talk all night.
You can even break down if you think you might.
But when we cant impress comes the real test
are we just like
When you cant impress, theres your real test
are you just like Jesus?
