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 heartsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
