Men With Broken Hearts

                                                                    By Hank Williams Junior


You'll find many just like me
along this city street.
Shoulders stooped, heads bowed low,
eyes staring in defeat.
For those who live within the past,
for sorrow plays all parts,
for death is all they have left,
these men with broken hearts.

You have no right to be the judge,
to criticize or condemn.
Just think but for the Grace of God
it would be you instead of him.
A careless step or thoughtless deed
& then the misery starts.
For those who weep, death comes cheap,
these men with broken hearts.

Humble you should be
when they come passing by,
For it's written that the greatest men
are never to big to cry.
Some lose faih in love & life
when sorrow shoots her darts,
With all hope gone, they walk alone,
these men with broken hearts.

You never walked in that man's shoes
or seen things through his eyes,
or stood there with helpless hands
while the heart inside him dies.
Some are paupers, some are kings,
some are masters of the arts,
in all their shame, they're all the same,
these men with broken hearts.

Life (women) sometimes can be so cruel,
that a heart will pray for death.
God, why must these living dead
feel 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 hearts.