yes,i am a man

my hands are lifed i'm ready to fly,

my heart is pumping i hope i don't die,

i'm fly and standing,

i'm free as a bird,

i'm in love with another but it can not be my turn,

she wants to be friends and i understand,

i can push back these feelings,yes i am a man,

though my sex is on fire and wanting to flow,

to tell her my true desire well that is a "no",

her friendship means more to me then all of my desire,

it's time to find a private place and put out my fire,

but i am a man and i have needs,

this a cannot tell her,

i can not feed,

so i'm left with a smile and a hug from time to time,

and hope someday she kissses me and she will be mine,

but if that day never comes i will be alright,

i've lived this long without the blessed light,

what kind of man am i?

patience is my friend,

sex and love my body desires,

will there be anyone there to put out my fires,

i'm torn and broken,

my words must be unspoken,

i'm suffering but it feels good,

i'm dammed,

yes,i am a man.