Center city up, center city down

Back and forth I go as I’m wearing my crown

I’m booling, I linger, I sit comfortably on wonky chairs

I’m fooling the ones that are 2 days older than dirt, I dare

I shed a random tear or two only to let it feed my smile, just for you

Real men cry

Yes they do

Guide me through this day

Guide me through this day

Now do you believe in all that you see

Don’t you know that real men cry

Do you know the only way to be free

Is only one piece at a time

I saw hope missing from that little town

Every step was like a crime

Take hold of my family Philly Brown

Right down in the valley I knew I’d hear

Nobody praying but there

From desolation I could move with grace

And I learned that real men cry

Saw hope be re-invented once again

And I saw my calling shine

Take hold of my family Philly Brown

The pieces, all but one

We’ve had to shed along

Letting go of a past that burdens

There’s no way around but through

I awaken to swim out there against the morning waves

I take a strut on the north side, ** out the come-what-mays

Yet pieces, on and on

Fall away, sure and strong

Making place for tomorrow morning

There’s no way around but through

Real men cry

They pull through

They are born anew