I put on my shoes and I ran and I ran Hoping I'd stumble across what would make me a man I climbed up the mountain and then I ran to the sea I fought the good fight to make a man out of me I tried to be tough and I tried not to cry I did manly things; even thought I might die I hurt and I hurt others and I got so lost on the way If someone knew what a man was they just wouldn't say I drank what men drank, I smoked what men smoke And now looking back it all seems like a joke So many of us get lost and we need to be found There were so few examples of real men around So as I put on my shoes and I go on out for walk I look my sons in the eyes and I'm willing to talk I live for God's principles and I try my best to stand tall I will defend the defenseless when their backs to the wall I would gladly lay down my life for the ones that I love Though these days I would just assume walk away, when push comes to shove When you know what you know, you know have nothing to prove It takes faith more than false pride, when there are mountains to move I pray for a movement and for the return of real men Where there are roles and role models to be found once again Greg Wooley
