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You will meet many just like me upon lifes busy street. |
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With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat. |
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For souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all parts, |
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For a living death is all thats left for men with brokens hearts. |
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You have no right to be the judge, to critisize and condemn. |
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Just think but for the grace of God it would be you instead of him. |
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One careless step, a thoughtless deed and then the misery starts |
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And to those who weep death comes cheap, these men with broken hearts. |
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Humble you should be when they come passing by, |
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For its written that the greatest of men never get to big to cry. |
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Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her darts, |
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Wwith hope all gone, they walk alone these men with broken hearts. |
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You've never walked in that man's shoes or saw things through his eyes, |
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Or stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies. |
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Some were porpers, some were kings, some were masters of the arts, |
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But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts. |
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Life sometimes can be so cruel that a heart will pray for death. |
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God why must these living dead know pain with every breath? |
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So help your brother along the road, no matter where he starts! |
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For the God that made you,made them too. These men with broken hearts! |
