Male lifer, an exclamation point
A life of intensity, a soul on the mount
A thousand worries, a constant fight
A nightmare that haunts, day and night

Pleasure in anonymity, lost in the crowd
Found again, a sense of pride allowed
Dreams hidden away, duty takes its toll
A heart that's hardened, a spirit that's old

Pains sculpt him like stone, a work of art
Occasional rains, a heart that's torn apart
He cries, a half-empty cup, a soul that's worn
A life of struggle, a heart that's torn

Middle-aged youth, a life of strife
Poverty and laughter, a bittersweet life
Forever running, caught in love's snare
A lifer, a life of intensity, a soul that's rare


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