Manhood

In the silent forge of dawn’s first light,
Manhood awakens, fierce and bright.
Not in the shadows cast by pride,
But in the courage that does not hide.

It’s in the hands that cradle hope,
And in the words that help us cope.
A steady heart, a gentle might,
Guiding souls through darkest night.

Not measured by strength alone,
But by the kindness deeply sown.
Manhood’s true, enduring flame—
A steadfast soul that bears no shame.

In every act of quiet grace,
In every fear we dare embrace,
Manhood blooms, resilient, true—
A timeless, shining, sacred hue.