In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
Lies the strength that words canât say.
Unseen battles fought within,
The heart of man, where it begins.
Courage isnât loud or brash,
Itâs found in moments that gently pass.
A tear that falls, a hand that lifts,
True masculinity, in simple gifts.
Not the roar but the silent stand,
The tenderness within a man.
Protect and nurture, love and guide,
In vulnerability, strength resides.
A quiet hero, a gentle friend,
In every moment, hearts mend.
True masculinity, a soft embrace,
In every challenge, finding grace.