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VERSE ONE 
 
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You will meet many just like me....up-on lifes busy street. 
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with shoulders stooped and heads bowed low 
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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. 
 
VERSE TWO 
  
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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 
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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. 
  
VERSE THREE 
 
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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  
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...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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...with hope all gone,...they walk alone...these men with broken hearts. 
 
VERSE FOUR 
 
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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 
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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. 
 
VERSE FIVE 
 
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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 
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know pain with every brea-th...  
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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!