Ab antiquo Ab integro Audi vide Tace si vis vivere in pace Why cannot man also fly We're chained down to the earth Not like birds in the sky Soaring from birth Devices of destruction, Devices of death Find out their construction Give them life, give them breath Which God may I thank Making art from a canvas blank Paintings from the holy book Depicting Christ and the chance he took Oh, tell me When will you ever learn The true depths of my work Future is my concern You know art is my church