Men With Broken Hearts

You don't meet many just like me upon life's busy streets, with shoulders stooped and heads bowed low, eyes that stare in defeat or souls that live within the past

For a living death is all that’s left for men with broken hearts

You have no right to be the judge or to criticize and condemn cause just thank for the grace of God it would be you instead of him

One careless step, a thoughtless deed then the misery starts and to those who weep death often comes cheap to 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..... and with hope all gone, they walk alone these men with broken hearts

Now you've never walked in that man's shoes or even saw things through his eyes or stood and watched with hopeless hands while the heart inside you dies...

Some were poppers, some were Kings, some were master's of thee art but in their shame they're all the same...

Now 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 man with broken hearts