Stout men put up walls of lovely old college

Stout

Silent drunkards of the night
Fell into the valley of the damned
Their stout hearts heavy with regret
A sobering reminder of what's been lostIn the darkness, they searched for a way
To overcome their own bitter fate
But it was a road they'd never been on
And one that led to a life of painTheir stout resolve was tested one day
And proved to be their own undoing way

Men

In the city, men in tuxedos stride
Their suits tailored, their eyes on pride
They mingle, laugh, and make their way
But beneath the surface, a different story's been toldTheir men are flawed, with flaws of their own
Their relationships, a fragile throne
They strive to be the best, to be the man
But it's a constant battle, a never-ending planTheir men are brothers, united in their quest
To be the best, to pass the test

Put

In the morning light, we put on a face
A mask of confidence, a smile to replace
The reality of our lives, our fears, our shame
A fragile facade, a temporary gameWe put on a show, a performance to pretend
A mask of success, a social friend
But in the silence, we're forced to confess
Our true selves, our doubts, our messWe put on a show, a carefully crafted act
But in the end, it's just a hidden fact

Walls

The walls of our lives, a barrier we build
A fortress of solitude, a refuge from the world's chill
We put up walls, to protect and to hide
But they can also trap, and sometimes divideWe put up walls, to keep out the pain
But they can also keep in, the love and the strain
We must be careful, not to let them down
Or they can become a prison, a weight to wearThe walls of our lives, a constant reminder
Of the boundaries we set, and the love we've not shared

Lovely

In the heart of love, a lovely thing
A flame that burns, a passion that clings
It's a beautiful thing, a wondrous sight
A feeling that can make our hearts take flightWe search for lovely things, in all we do
A sense of belonging, a feeling that's true
It's a lovely experience, a joy to behold
A feeling that makes our hearts young and boldLovely is a feeling, a state of mind
A sense of wonder, a heart that's aligned

Old

Time has taken its toll, the old is worn
A weathered face, a story that's been born
The lines on our skin, a map of our past
A history that's been lived, a legacy that will lastWe've seen it all, from youth to age
A journey through the years, a story to engage
We've learned to cherish, the moments we've known
And to hold on tight, to the memories we've sownThe old is a reminder, of who we've been
A legacy of love, a story that's been written

College

In the halls of college, we find our way
A place of discovery, a stage to play
We learn to navigate, the world outside
And find our own path, our own strideWe come to college, with hearts full of fire
A sense of possibility, a future to acquire
We're searching for answers, for the meaning of life
And finding our own way, through the noise and strifeWe're not just students, we're seekers of truth
We're explorers of the unknown, of the world's youth