In the quiet morning, strength is softly found,
Not in the loud, but in the silent ground.
Beneath the armor, a heart beats strong,
In shadows deep, where souls belong.

Through whispered fears and silent tears,
A man confronts his deepest fears.
Not in the roar, but in the silent fight,
True masculinity shines in the night.

With every step, a burden to bear,
A strength unseen, yet always there.
In gentle hands and kind embraces,
Masculinity finds its sacred spaces.

Beyond the myths of stoic eyes,
Lies a truth that never dies.
In every man, a story untold,
Of silent strength, both brave and bold.