sometimes i close my eyes
i see buffalo bill and the iroquois
by their god we were saved
they were humble not depraved
these streets we're afraid of
once were the fields of the brave
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
by their god they were saved
i can't help but dream of
the days these were fields of the brave
and the struggles in between
with the chance we can build on their dreams
in the fields of the brave
let their spirits be saved
and i pray this on their graves
the days these were fields of the brave