Do I dare to face the music
Look it squarely in the eye
Demand it give me all its treasures
So that I may touch the sky
Ask the same of this here pencil,
Hard and sharp, to bend for me
Make it paint out all my stories
For the listening world to see
Oh my poor and aching body
Forever chained to drum and voice
Writhing, turning, running, leaping
Dancing on without a choice
Who am I, this human vessel
Who am I to call it art
Who dares face the great unknown
Armed with harmony, heat and heart