You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street

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 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 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

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

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 some were kings and some were masters of 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 you start

For the God that made you made them too these men with broken hearts