He'll fight and fight, and fight some more,and always try again

Leaving his home in the morning hours and returns when the evening sets

Trying so hard to help the world turn, he never has time to rest

The breaking heart of a man can be heard when his childs cry is thier words, for not being able to get him what he wants

For the nagging life of bills to pay,in his mind will allways haunt

The man cannot let them see the pain that is inside

For not being able to do better for them, for the feelings he must hide

A man will also once in a while find a way to sneak a gift to the ones he loves

He says to himself a bill can wait, I'll work extra hours to make it up

A man will work fingers to bone to help this world go round

For his world don't consist of the things out there,but of his families love he has found.

By Ray Lackey