"To the boys Becoming Men " 1

"To the Boys Becoming Men" To the boys with dreams like burning stars, Whose hands are rough, but hearts bear scars, Who smile for others, hide their pain, And walk through fire, again and again— You are not weak for feeling tired, Not less a man if you’ve perspired Through sleepless nights and silent wars, Behind closed hearts and heavy doors. They told you, “Be strong, don’t ever cry,” “Real men don’t fall, they only try.” But strength is not in fists or pride— It’s standing firm with love inside.