Brave Heart - Bill Miller

Some are born to wealth, and given shelter from the storm

Some were always held and had a fire to keep them warm

Some are born to poverty with no roof above their head

Some are facing suicide and wishin' they were dead

There are those with flowing rivers right outside their door

Refugees in boats who may never reach the shore

Some pray for rain and the pay for it in blood

When it rains for forty days we are all victims of the flood

Somewhere a brave heart must survive

Yes someday the truth will bury the lie

Yah somewhere a brave heart must survive

Too many here been prisoners deserving to be free

Too many in the darkness and they have no eyes to see

In the middle of the night they are taken from their homes

And they dig a common grave to cover up their flesh and bones

But a new day in dawning for the beggars and the blind

For those who have suffered and were always left behind

But the chains will be broken and the fences will come down

And we will walk as brothers once again on the sacred ground

Somewhere a brave heart must survive

Yes someday the truth will bury the lie

Yah somewhere a brave heart must survive