I am the man, strong and bold
I have no pains, no feelings to hold
You are the woman, delicate and weak
You can easily afford a wet cheek
I often make you a victim
Sometimes you have no choice
But whenever you can,
You strongly raise a voice
They may not always punish me
For wrongs I do to you
But when your eyes tell the story
They believe it through and through
At times, you are the cruel me
And I, the poor you
But can I share my story,
As openly as you do?
