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 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 grace of God, it would be you instead of him   One careless step a thoughtless deed and then the mystery starts   And to those who weep death comes cheap   These men with broken hearts      Oh, so humble you should be if 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 seen 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 you start   For the God that made you, made them too   These men with broken hearts      These men with broken hearts