If such stars as these should shine and time treat you well
If your hand should reach towards the heavens and your feet stand above hell
If dreams should culminate in mind and not be drowned by tears
And life lived well and fully, then pray, what do you have to fear?

If God should smile, as He well does, and touch a humble soul
If champions could be brought out from the lowest of the low
If dust could be made rich again and reason resonate in deaf ears
And the sky touched by mortal hand, then pray, what do you have to fear?

If darkness cowers in the face of ever burning light
If monsters can be opposed by silver armored knights
If hope can rise out of the ash and dark skies be made clear
Then look inside your core and ask what do you have to fear?