You will meet many just like me
upon lifes busy street.
with shoulders stooped and heads bowed low
and eyes that stare in defeat.
For souls that live within the past
where sorrow plays all parts,
for a living death is all thats left
for men with brokens hearts.

You have no right to be the judge,
to critisize and condemn.
Just think but for the grace of God
it would be you instead of him.
One careless step, a thoughtless deed
and then the misery starts
and to those who weep
death comes cheap,
these men with broken hearts.

Humble you should be
when they come passing by,
for its written that the greatest of men
never get to big to cry.
Some lose faith in love and life
when sorrow shoots her darts,
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 porpers, some were kings,
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!