Who holds time
When time is no more
Who holds the key
When life closes the door
Who are we to be who we are

Who stays behind
While others flee
What is this flame
Burning inside of me
Who are we to be who we are

Soon one day
There will be a price to be paid
The battle won
The people slain
The broken hearts
The early graves
And when we stand on the field
Then we will ask what is real

Who are we to win this war

Where is this hero
Who will come save the day
Who will lead us
When they fall astray
Who are we to be who we are

What is the price
That others will pay
One man's own life
Do we betray
Who are we to be who we are

And when we stand
In victory
Then we will understand
What is meant to be, we will be free
The time has come
The moments here
We feel so numb
But the choice is clear
Who are we to be who we are