Men With Broken Hearts

You'll meet many just like me
 Upon life's busy street
 With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low
 And eyes that stare in defeat
 Or 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 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
 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 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 he starts
 For the God that made you made them, too
 These men with broken hearts