Timid Bull

Shy+Boy

The beauty of a man without confidence is flawed
The rhythm of his heart, thus, thawed
I shall not lie, I own beauty
But I’m a mere preserved flesh for false duty
The glory that comes with courage, I get not
The price of shameful defeat, thus, comes forth
When I look in my pity,
In the room, the nook is my safety
What should I do or be empty?

Tears shall wash my face
As long as grace withholds its place
From my heart, which is struck by whim
Until my heart is consoled with embrace
And traced is the cause for my grim,
And made I am to walk in courageous ways,
I shall be captive at sorrows place

I’m not just a man without confidence
I’m a man with beauty’s grace
But the beauty of a man without confidence
Is his only grace

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