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
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- Miscellaneous
- Loon, Mountain, And Moon
- The Art Of Survival
- Ghostdance
- Reservation Road Live
- Raven In The Snow
- The Red Road
- Old Dreams And New Hopes
- Non-Album Releases
- Chronicles of Hope
- Country Road Songs
- Modern Country for the Road
- All American Modern Country
- Honest Singer Songwriters
- Country Music for the Road
- Putumayo Presents: A Native American Odyssey: Inuit to Inca
- Hear Our Prayer
- Spirirt Songs - The Best Of Bill Miller
- Reservation Road
- Spirit Songs: The Best of Bill Miller