fields of the brave

sometimes i close my eyes, and picture the plains, i see buffalo bill and the iroquois, riding again, open skies, fertile ground, this was heaven on earth, that they found, we got what they gave, by their god we were saved, they were humble not depraved, these streets we're afraid of, once were the fields of the brave, the fields of the brave, where a chevrolet rusts, by a closed shopping mall, can you see through the dust, where the brave ones stood tall, buried deep where they fell, they live on in the stories we tell, they got what they gave, by their god they were saved, and i say this as i pray, i can't help but dream of, the days these were fields of the brave, the fields of the brave, after all this time, and the struggles in between, we stand next in line, with the chance we can build on their dreams, in the, fields of the brave, fields of the brave, we got what they gave, in the fields of the brave, let their spirits be saved, and i pray this on their graves, there'll be a return of, the days these were fields of the brave, the fields of the brave