The bold fight, The brave fight till they die,
For they'd rather be dead than alive,
A pure heart cannot survive, under such a strain they will
die,
The heart needs freedom,
To soar and fly,
It's like a wild mustang stallion,
Whose last challenge cry was answered,
With a rope around his throat,
And when his heart gave in,
The cowboy knew his sin,
He would never ride this steed,
His spirit was broken and so he died,
From lack of will to survive,
So let the wild hearts soar free and fly