It must be very difficult To be a man in grief, Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong" No tears can bring relief. It must be very difficult To stand up to the test And field calls and visitors So she can get some rest. They always ask if she's all right And what she's going through But seldom take his hand and ask, "My friend, but how are you?" He hears her crying in the night And thinks his heart will break And dries her tears and comforts her But "stays strong" for her sake. It must be very difficult To start each day anew And try to be so very brave ~ He lost his baby too. . .