I’ve seen men talk about who they are Like words alone could leave a mark Chest out wide, eyes held high Till trouble looked ’em in the eye It’s easy strong in quiet rooms With no hard truth to push against But steel don’t show what steel can do Till it meets resistance A man is what he faces Not the lines he draws Not the pride he’s saving Not the things he’s bought It’s the weight he carries When the road turns rough A man is what he faces When the going gets tough I’ve run before, I won’t lie Turned my back on what I knew was mine Called it timing, called it fate Anything but calling it afraid But fear don’t leave just ’cause you hide It waits where you refuse to stand And every mile you walk away Still follows like your shadow’s hand A man is what he faces Not the tales he tells Not the blame he places When the hammer fell It’s the truth he stands in When there’s no applause A man is what he faces Not the lines he draws You can lose and still be solid You can fall and still be whole There’s a difference between a broken bone And a broken soul I won’t measure who I am By comfort or by ease I’ll measure by the storms I met And didn’t try to leave A man is what he faces When the night comes in When the cost is heavy And the odds are thin Not the safe decisions Not the smooth escapes A man is what he faces And the stand he makes When the dust has settled And the noise is gone What you faced will tell the truth Of who you were all along A man is what he faces
