me upon lifes busy street.
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed
low and eye s 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 brokens 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.
a thoughtless deed and then the misery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap,
these men with broken hearts.
when they come passing by,
For its written that the greatest
of men never get to big to cry.
Some lose faith in love and life
when sorrow shoots her darts,
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 in side you dies.
Some were poppers, some were kings,
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
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!
