I'll be the man, who isn't afraid to stand,
To admit that he is wrong an' someone else is true,
I'll be the man who dreams all that is good.
I'll be the man to make it all come true.
I'll be the man who is tender to his wife,
The kind that hates coming home at night,
I'll be the man who wakes up in the night,
to make sure his child is alright.
I'll be the man who if he falls in the dirt,
will rise up with earth in his hand...
A souvenir to remind him where his from
I'll be the man who trains his son to 'walk'..
I'll be the man who results not into fights,
Or the kind who's into slight,
I'll be the man who seeks into sight,
the kind who brings in some light.
I'll be the man who is known of his truth,
To be novel,
To be well bred,
To be intelligent,
Where all but scent,
are my mysteries.
I'll be the man....the man I'll be!
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