Jen's blog: "Broken Hearts!"

You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low 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 women with broken hearts
You have no right to be the judge to criticize and condem
Just think but for the grace of God it would be you instead of her
One careless step a thoughtless deed and then the misery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap these women with broken hearts
Oh so humble you should be when they come passing by
For it's written that the greatest women never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots his darts
And with hope all gone they walk alone these women with broken hearts
You've never walked in that woman's shoes or saw things through her eyes
Or stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies
Some were paupers some were queens and some were masters of the arts
But in their shame they're all the same these women with broken hearts
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 sister along the road no matter where she starts
For the God that made you made them too these women with broken hearts.