To be a Man

To be a Man

There is a fire burning within
For my wife to take my hand;
To be armed protecting our land,
And to enjoy a meal with a friend

Against a villain I will enter the ring,
And after aching victory the people will sing;
Clothes to the floor will my wife fling
As sweet joy she doth bring

With my hand I will write and create
Not bound by this thinking date
Expressing the divine, fearless of fate;
There is no clean slate

I desire to be a man in the truest sense
Not to be kept by society’s fence
To live for more than the cling of a pence;
My words, I simply will not mince.