Men With Broken Hearts

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