Just a poem.

A man can express himself in many ways its true

A man can yell from rooftops, and cry when he is blue

There’s little quite like performing, where a man can show his soul

But at the same time hide it, while singing rock n roll

A man can turn to substance, when he feels all is lost

But while he is under influence, he cannot see the cost

Love is the ultimate feeling, you can't deny this fact

But when a man is in love, its hard to keep his head intact

Happiness is also strong, it’s a way of being free

Like an open field, a clear blue sky, or sailing out to sea