You can be the candle clearing the spiders from the tomb
Showing the faces of the dead to dying men in their graves
You can be the shovel digging deep into this cavern
Offering a journey down, six feet under ground

Or, on the other hand, you can be the lightning, an
Electric thread of light showing the path between the heavens and this hell
You’ll cut the darkness in two and send it to the corners of Earth

You’ll shoot through the storms, with sights set far and wide
The choice is yours: Where will you be?
The choice is yours, we are that free

This is your life, you get one shot
What will you do with the time you’ve got?
If you’ve got hope in the palm of your hand
If you’ve got love inside a beating heart
If you’ve got faith or a soul renewed
Never let it go, never let go

You can be the lighthouse
The ever-present searchlight spinning
Built on firm foundations, never giving up that spark

You’ll call the sick to land and bring the wayward back to home
Calling them away from the tempest and leading the weary men ashore
Pointing life to death, or pointing death to life

I know what I would choose
Res ipsa loquitur
Your legacy is yours alone to leave
Yours alone to leave!
The choice is yours: Where will you be?
The choice is yours, we are that free