all my men are hiding their dreams

What's the real cost of hiding a dream?

Every glance in the mirror, he seems,

Guilt stares back, his face feels cold,

A life on stage, a story untold.

The inner child with dreams so grand,

A hero, a director, with a steady hand,

All wrapped up in a big dream's name,

Yet how many times has he put it to shame?

Dreams tucked away under the bed,

As long as his child’s fed, and his wife’s well-led,

While inside, he withers, with pain he fights,

Dying a little with each sleepless night.

All my men are hiding their dreams,

Buried in money, stability, suffocating regime.

Take care of his woman, his house, his kids,

Only to face the painful truth of betraying their dreams.

Oh, who is there for him to blame?

The society, the money, or the shame?

He pours his anger on his wife and kids,

While drowning in cigarettes and drinks every night he bids.

Oh baby, can’t you see your husband’s dying inside,

Because he couldn’t be the man he’d hoped to hide?.

In the end, it’s only him to blame,

No one calls, no one speaks his name.

Drowning in silence, with dreams left behind,

He walks alone, lost in his mind.

All my men are hiding their dreams,

Buried in money, stability, suffocating regime.

Take care of his woman, his house, his kids,

Only to face the painful truth of betraying their dreams.