Have you ever seen a man that looks like fire But talks like rain
The world sees him
The biggest The brightest
Burning hotter than any sun
But me
I hear him
The softest
The sweetest
Still the brightest yes
But a different kind of bright
He is the definition of the calm before the storm And on some days he is the storm
No one sees it
Because it's not there to see
You have to listen
And listen well
You will hear every whisper
Every stuttering of word
That he dare not tell another
If you listen long enough
Then
And only then
Will you begin to see
The bags he hides under his eyes
The gleam that comes not from smiles and laughs But from long nights of sobbing
You will see a smile painted on so well
It passes for perfect
There in lies the fakeness of it
For nothing is perfect
You will see what a broken man looks like Standing before you
Praising you
For your ears
For your attention
For your time
It is hard to watch a man crumble
But there is peace in knowing you helped
You chipped pieces of him away until he fell
Now he can pick himself back up And you can help with that too You can witness something new You can witness a man
Once broken But now whole again
His shine will pour through the cracks The most
Beautiful light