The Soul of a man
is something a woman
will never understand
What lies benieath the iron
and steel that hides his heart?
Tormented by his past
her words still hurt.
He wonders why and
is it even worth one last try 
or should they both just say goodbye?
So in the dark he cries alone.
Longing for her touch
to dry the dampness from his 
swollen eyes.
She is the ray to his sunshine 
the rainbow after his storm.
But what went wrong?
Why has her love gone?
So it's another he will choose
for the moment she will
erase his pain.
Long enough to stop the
rain of his bleeding heart,
but in the back of his mind
he still thinks of her.
Despite laying with another lover.
Physically he feels gratified, 
but in his soul he is not satisfied.
Incomplete without his queen
how can a man stand alone and be king?
A woman will never understand
she is the soul of a man.