You will meet many just like me upon life's busy street   With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low   And eyes that stare in defeat   For 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 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 porpers, 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