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