Get rid of what we have
Make room for what we are

Behind our fear
Is always pain
All we stand to gain
All we stand to lose
And in the end
We have to choose
The lurking shadows
On the path
The tepid glow of aftermath

If might-have-beens
Were Kings and Queens
Then we'd have Kingdoms all
Obscure the rise that comes before the fall
The lurking shadows
On the path
The tepid glow of aftermath