Each day as I go walking
Down the sidewalks, through the streets
There he sits, his eyes are downcast
Lonely man of broken dreams
People pass him, hardly glancing
It's as if they cannot see
Broken man on busy byway
Tragic man of broken dreams
This is not the life he dreamt of
Long ago, when he was free
Free from taunting haunting memories
Nothing left but broken dreams
Have a care when you go walking
Not all things are as they seem
See the lonely broken soldiers
Huddled 'round their broken dreams
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