As it is made by the universe in holy ways,
The keeper of the light, The maverick, the misfit,
The bold that dreams of life in sleep
And from sleep awakes just so ART can dream again.
I have everything and nothing to offer you,
My compassion, my dedication for humanity,
My steadfastness and fight for equity,
My sole propriety against propriety itself.
My art is my peace offered to the world:
You shan’t be required to compliment it,
Praise it or raise it, But you must consider it.
In fields beyond our own
The wars and battles may go on,
But in the midst o chaos
Our allied forces are born. We do have allies:
Our allies are those who are being repressed,
The starved for justice, eager for peace,
I shall march in their name
And with you, remember them.
My art is my life and the fullness of god,
I offer it to the world in hope of change
So that my children and yours will remember how
Change was hard but always at its best.