Draw the line,
now make it bigger,
bigger than that, now draw it with rigor!

Draw the line on which you stand,
know your rights,
make your demands.

Line it up, nice and straight
shoulder to shoulder you stand,
line it up, and stand your ground, now is not the time to hesitate.

The line you drew is yet only so big,
the giants you face are huge, and will try to beat you down,
but don't let them intimidate you, as for the trenched line you still dig.

The line, the line,
hold, I say! Hold the line!
It's going to get hairy,
before it becomes fine.

The line, the line,
do not falter, be brave!
Give it all and then some, just as the others before had gave!

The line you stand on,
will be with you always,
the line that you stand for, will soon be gone.

Who will cross it?
Them? The enemy, the one's who seek to destroy the ones you hold dear
behind that precious line?
Or will you stand, cross and fight to protect what you call, "Mine!"

The line is drawn, the war defined,
'tis upon your honor, blood, and tears,
so fought and bled, by you and comrades alike, sharing victories, defeats, and fear.
So here away, your soul to sign,
all and more you hold dear, just behind the line.

Haven't you heard
of a silly little word?
No, little bird,
it's not you at all,
how ever that was quite smart of you,
smart of you doll.

Haven't you heard,
that the world's out to get us?
They'll do what ever they can, and say what they want,
just to put you under the bus!

Haven't you heard,
there's a war going on,
we fight the good fight, but now we hold for dawn?
It's hard and brutal, but onward we do march to-day,
We march, for our friends and neighbors,
even for our enemies we say.

Haven't they heard,
that we're not perfect, but we don't try to be,
that one day we'll see the Promised Land,
the Promised land we'll see.

Haven't they heard,
that there's a word,
that we all know and love.
It's the word, that we use so lightly,
think they know what we're thinking of?

We've heard it all before,
how love conquers all, but shatters on the floor,
but how can I stand quietly by,
as I see the love all stand to die?

Hear, hear!
Hear this cry!
Beware thine heart and not shed not a tear from thine eye!

Keep your chin up,
chest flat,
always know, you can do better than that.
But you're perfect,
with all your little flaws,
so fight for yourself and the others, with skin, nails tooth,
And when this fight is over, I'll see you by the corner booth.

Or haven't you heard?
We're A-L-L just a bit disturbed?

Oh but don't you worry,
no don't you fret,
we'll may lose our battles,
but we'll win this war yet!

Don't-cha know,
that where ever you go,
it'll be okay,
from everything you do, to what you say.

Don't-cha know,
that you can stop worrying and take it slow,
that it'll be okay,
It's a great change of pace, wouldn't-cha say?

Don't-cha know,
that the sun still shines tomorrow, the moon will still be aglow?
There's always tomorrow, a brand new (wondrous!, glorious!) day,
that the beauty isn't out there, but in you, everyday.

Don't-cha know,
you're a wonderful person, why? Because I said so!
Listen here, you silly little things,
you're just a small little baby, thinking they have wings!

It's time you knew,
about what you can do,
it's getting rather odd, that I have to tell you.

Know.
That you can smile, and laugh, you can dance, and jump,
you can hear the music around you, breath it in and feel the pump!
But at least the most, which I dare say you most certainly have of,
this my friends you hold near and dear, I say is...
Love.

So now you know, what you knew before,
just this time chin-up and smile,
even for a little while,
as you make your way and through the door.

Because today's the day, like everyday,
that you make a difference to someone in some way,
go against the world of misery, away with pain and fear,
it's time to rise up for you, for me, your fellow friend and peer,
it's time to show and share, what you know you hold deer,
it's time to go, and let it go,
It's time for love,
Don't-cha know?

So, lets say,
you started the story looking for an answer,
a key or something or other,
then you really needed friends
to depend on each other.

So you found some along the way,
making great laughs, and through great trials,
had a great adventure lets say.
But the story isn't done
because that just wouldn't be fun,
so some had to leave and alone you were again.

So lets say now your alone, and you miss what you had,
so that kinda leaves,
pretty stinkin mad.
So you throw a fit, against yourself and the world,
You got so mad you really had to.
Hurl?

Well you got it out of your system,
the most literal sense possible,
but you found you were back on your feet,
that you were still able.

You remembered what you lived for,
to find that answer, or key,
so you went to most unlikeliest of places
you found a mirror!
A shiny mirror indeed!
And Lo and behold you said,
"The answer, was me."
Aye in the revelation of your journey you come to realize,
that your greatest enemy and friend,
was the one you had to love and despise.

Ah what a lovely contradiction,
how could anyone have found such grandeur,
and such a deadly crucifixion?
But alas it's true,
the answer was you,
so you came to realize.
But what did you do with the answer,
the key you once held dear?

Did you lock it back up,
to hide in fear?
Or did you show the world,
what you're made of,
did you show them what you could do?
When you gave them love?
In a world full of hate and misery,
did you find the answer true and complete,
when you finally said, "The answer is me"?

What have you found?
Is it worth more than treasure?
Is it worth more than gold?
Just what exactly have you found?
What dear, do you hold?