You'll meet many just like
me upon life's busy streets
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed
down and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live within the past
where sorrow plays all parts
Where a living death is all that's left
for men with broken hearts
Now you have no right to be the judge
Just think but for the grace of God
it'd 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
Oh so humble you should be
when they come passin' by
For it's written that the greatest men
they never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life when
And with hope all gone they walk alone
these men with broken hearts
Now 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 propers and some were kings
and some were masters of the arts
But in their shame they're all the same
these men with broken hearts
You know 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 neighbor along the road
no matter where you start
For the God that made you made them
too these men with broken hearts
