What makes them different, these homeless vets?
Their lives are filled with fear and regrets.
Men of iron, women of steel,
Have lost the capacity to feel.
Rain like white noise takes the place of tears.
Never mixing sentiments for fear,
Of melting in their tracks, they can't go back.
First a crack and then a roar,
What was held within comes forth once more.
Tears in a deluge flood the plain,
The simple ones that have no pain.
Men of Iron, Women of Steel,
never knowing who is real.
Soft like iron melted down.
A little carbon to make it hard.
Quenched in tears and hammered long
The fire trued its edge but mars
the heart, the core is left brittle.
It breaks with so very, very little,
pressure applied will cause them to snap.
Men of Iron, Women of Steel
Tempered in a fire of blood.
Twisted minds no longer see,
In shades of our reality.
Strength resides within their bond,
To the brotherhood of those who found,
That Men like Concrete, Women of Stone,
Are forever doomed to walk alone.
