On a cold and torrid nightA boy awoke, child-likeHe wandered tip-toe down the flightAnd peered into a roomIn his view was a man who achedTortured thoughts inside him ragedA tear fell down from his faceThe man who was there was youI donât know what a man can doBut I know what a man can dreamAs I stood there you never knewBut I prayed that God would comfort youAnd take the burden far, and toPlace it inside of meJust to see your smiling faceAnd to see the man this night replacedI long to fill a childâs embraceThereâs no one as loved as youI donât know what a man can doBut I know what a man can dreamWith the power and the strength in meIâve grown to be the man you seeAnd often wonder where Iâd beIf it hadnât have been for youIn this world I live on my ownBut I dream that one day I will knowThe boy who wanders down aloneAnd peers into the roomI donât know what a man can doBut I know what a man can dream