Man Made Clay

Yes I am, made of clay and
the one given strength and
responsibility to tackle each
punishment with no complaint

But as a man, only we can carry
this burdens in our chest.
But as a man, only we can break
a smile to let you all know we are okay.

But I too, still yearn for appreciation.
But I too, still find some sort of affection.
And as a man, I too still break and waver
And as a man, I too quake and quiver.

But as man, only we can keep to ourselves.
But as a man, only we can move to persevere.
But as a man, we too can break like pots made
of mud and clay.