The Boys

Boys are fire and quiet rain,
Sometimes thunder, sometimes plain.
Racing hearts and dreams that soar,
Curious minds that long for more.

They build with blocks, then break the rules,
Learn from life and not just schools.
They fall, they rise, they joke, they fight,
Chasing shadows, chasing light.

Tears they hide behind a grin,
Battles fought deep within.
But kindness glows behind their pride,
A softer truth they often hide.

Not all are loud, not all are bold,
Some are gentle, warm, and gold.
Each one's a story, raw and real,
Of strength they show, and wounds they heal.

So let them dance, let them cry,
Let them dream beneath the sky.
Boys aren't just what meets the eye—
They’re oceans deep and wings to fly.