Thanks Rob...

[i_am_chubbs]

you'll sit and be quiet and do as you're told
you'll get sent to play in the rain and the cold
and have to accept that one day you'll grow old
while remembering that boys never cry.

you'll put on your shirt and you'll study all day
the days when you should have been learning to play
and your soul takes another step further away
when remembering that boys never cry.

you'll put down your books and you'll learn how to fight
you'll kill yourself working all day and all night
and try to convince yourself everything is alright
while repeating that 'boys never cry.'

you meet a new girl and you think she's the one
then nine months of waiting have brought you a son
but though his new life is yet hardly begun
you tell him 'hush: boys never cry.'

he grows and he plays and he grazes his knee
and all you can see is what you used to see:
that 'his tear dappled eyes can't be looking at me
since we all know that boys never cry.'

and soon a teenager and quicker a man
while you stand in silence and help all you can
until one day your son takes your frail dying hand
saying 'sorry, i can't seem to cry.'