I walk trough the valley of shadow of death,
with a trail of a broken hearts that i have left
the innocence of fathers have been my pray,
so now i have discover the arrow of my way
how does it feels to be the broken man,
if you wanna ask the fool,
well, here i am
oh i'm so sorry for what i have done,
all i can do now is pick a bag and go home
the cross that i carry, i carry alone
save your pity cause i should have know
how it would feel to be the broken man,
if you wanna ask the fool,
well, here i am
i'm a broken man...