A face chiseled and defined and a frame made of steel.
Needing no one but needing someone to make him feel real.
Samson, Goliath, a giant indeed.
A mighty man who is really in need.
Showing no weakness and as cold as ice,
No one knows, but under it all he is so very nice.
Showing only the tough only the might
But the secret tears they come only in the blanket of night.
Who has the strength to see through it all
Who can know, and who will see
Should some one look through the mighty man
Maybe they will reveal the hole in his heart
Then maybe, just maybe they can help him have a fresh start
For now though, no one will know
The secret of the giant who looks as cold as snow
