| Some are born to wealth, and given shelter from the storm
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| Some were always held and had a fire to keep them warm
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| Some are born to poverty with no roof above their head
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| Some are facing suicide and wishin' they were dead
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| There are those with flowing rivers right outside their door
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| Refugees in boats who may never reach the shore
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| Some pray for rain and the pay for it in blood
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| When it rains for forty days we are all victims of the flood
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| Somewhere a brave heart must survive
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| Yes someday the truth will bury the lie
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| Yah somewhere a brave heart must survive
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| Too many here been prisoners deserving to be free
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| Too many in the darkness and they have no eyes to see
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| In the middle of the night they are taken from their homes
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| And they dig a common grave to cover up their flesh and bones
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| But a new day in dawning for the beggars and the blind
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| For those who have suffered and were always left behind
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| But the chains will be broken and the fences will come down
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| And we will walk as brothers once again on the sacred ground
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| Somewhere a brave heart must survive
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| Yes someday the truth will bury the lie
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| Yah somewhere a brave heart must survive |