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