(Spoken)
You'll meet many just like me
Upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed down
And eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live within the past
Where sorrow plays all parts
Where 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 grace of God
It would be you instead of him
One careless step a thoughtless deed
And then the mistery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap
These men with broken hearts
Oh, so humble you should be
If they come passing by
For it's written that the greatest men
Never get too big to cry
You'll meet many just like me
Upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed down
And eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live within the past
Where sorrow plays all parts
Where 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 grace of God
It would be you instead of him
One careless step a thoughtless deed
And then the mistery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap
These men with broken hearts
Oh, so humble you should be
If they come passing by
For it's written that the greatest men
Never get too big to cry
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