You'll meet many
just like me
upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped
and heads bowed low
and eyes that
stare in defeat
Or souls that live
within the past
where sorrow plays
all parts
For a living death is
all that's left
for men with
broken hearts
You have no right to
be the judge
To criticize and condemn
Just think but for
the grace of God
It would be you
instead of him
One careless step or
a thoughtless deed
And then the
misery starts
And to those who weep
death comes cheap
These men with
broken hearts
Oh so humble
you should be
When they come
passing by
For it's written that
the greatest men
Never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in
love and life
When sorrow shoots
her darts
and with hope all gone
they walk alone
These men with
broken hearts
You've never walked in
that man's shoes
or saw things
through his eyes
or stood and watched
with helpless hands
while the heart
inside you dies
Some were paupers
some were kings
And some were masters
of the arts
But in their shame
they're all the same
These men with
broken hearts
Life sometimes can
be so cruel
that a heart will
pray for death
God why must these
living dead
know pain with
every breath
So help your brother
along the road
No matter where he starts
for the God that made
you made them too
These men with
broken hearts