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?