Grown Men Don't Cry

I pulled into the shopping center

and saw a little boy wrapped around the leg of his mother

like ice cream melting they embraced

years of bad decisions runnin' down her face

all mornin' i'd been thinkin' my life's so hard

and they wore eyer't ything they own,livin' in a car

i wanted to tell'em it would be ok

but i got just got in my suburban and i drove away

keep having this dream about my old man

i'm 10 years old ,and he's holding my hand

we're talkin' on the front porch watchin' the sun go down

but it was just a dream he was a slave to his job and he couldn't be around

so many things i wanna say to him

but i just placed a rose on his grave,and i talk to the wind

i'm sittin'here with my kids and my wife

and everything that i hold dear in my life

we say grace and thank the lord

got so much to be thankful for

then it's up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says

;'i haven't had my story yet.'

and eyerything weighin' on my mind disappears just like that

when she lifts her head off her pillow and says

'i love you dad'

but i dont know why they say grown men don't cry

i don't know why they say grown men don't cry ,don't cry