I am a man
Might is in my arm
Strength is by my side
The voice of my passion
Thunders out of darkness
The energy of my soul
Swarms out from the hive

I am a man
My flesh can not be stayed
Every pore bursting with wiles
As hair
The strength of plowhorses
Hidden in the covering of my pavilion
Fear crumbles at the grit of my teeth

I am a man
Discretion is in my fist
Creation is in my bosom
My breath stirs the seasons
As mighty northerly winds
My tears gather as a tidal wave
Crushing the hardness of the way