I'm called depressed, but I think that I am simply sad;
This is harder to bear than when I was always feeling mad.
Anger gives one strength to fight back fearfulness,
But we cannot soothe others when our own hearts are a mess.
Women, for generations, have been soothing the worlds wounds,
While the men were expected to be either warriors or buffoons.
This is no longer the case, but we haven't gotten the message
Now, when women are showing emotion this simply sets the stage,
For drugging those who have absorbed all the world's pain,
And are making others uncomfortable as they let it out again.
Pop a pill, submit to surgery, but don't you even dare
Show too much emotion just because you care.
There have always been men who were quite compassionate,
But in our society they were quite often the butt
Of sneers and accusations of being less than men.
They were called by the "us" society part of the great "them".
The women who were tough weren't treated any better;
This was in keeping with the law's letter.
Now, I weep and daily to the Holy Spirit pray
That we, as a society, will permit a different way.
There are many kinds of people and many varied jobs to do.
Why do we continue to promote the strengths of just a few?
Admitting our strengths and weaknesses is the only way to be one,
The society of equal partners that we were created to become.