"To the boys becoming Men" 2

If your pockets are empty but your soul stays full, If you lift your people when the world turns cruel, If you’ve stumbled, failed, and still got up— Then boy, you’re more than just “enough.” You carry burdens no one sees, Dreams shackled by responsibilities, But still you rise, and still you strive— You build, you fight, you keep alive. You may not have it figured out, And life may fill your path with doubt, But growth is slow, like dawn’s first light— Be patient, brother—you’ll win this fight.