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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358494" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Man Like Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Should you ever meet <br>A man like me <br>On a road or some busy street<br>With a back so scared<br>Head bent low<br>And eyes that have seen defeats<br>With a soul that fight the past<br>Where sorrow's play their broken harps<br>A living death, and all that's left<br>It this man with a broken heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My family? Well? They've no right<br>To judge, or critize, nor even condemn<br>Because, sometimes their actions<br>Are just like them<br>Oh such careless steps, such thoughtless deeds<br>Oh how my misery starts<br>For I have faced, so much abuse<br>And that's what gave this broken heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So humble, I think you could be<br>When I come passing by<br>For even the greatest...(God) ...<br>Was never so great<br>That He didn't stop to help and cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've tried not to lose my faith<br>I've held to love, all my life<br>Even when among all that strife<br>So even when sorrow throws, all those poison darts<br>Or when I've seen hope, all gone<br>I've walked alone and continued on<br>With broken heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My family you've never walked in<br>this man shoes<br>Or seen the things, these eyes <br>have seen<br>Nor stood and watched with helpless hand<br>While the heart inside of you dies and stings<br>I never was a rich man, or master painter<br>Or had any words of art<br>Yet I still claim<br>I Love you same<br>Even with this broken heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life sometimes been so terribly cruel<br>There was a time I even prayed for death<br>There was a time of pain... when pain...<br>Was with every pain filled breath<br>So I say help that man, or friend<br>Or even your brother, along this road</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It matters not... from where you start<br>For it was God...whom made you<br>To help that man, with a broken heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clyde+Bryson">Clyde Bryson</a><div class=q>
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A man like me 
On a road or some busy street
With a back so scared
Head bent low
And eyes that have seen defeats
With a soul that fight the past
Where sorrow's play their broken harps
A living death, and all that's left
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