• Were I a great artist,
    and people were canvases,
    I'd paint them with compassion,
    they'd live on greener grass.

    With a pallet full of color,
    a magic wand for a brush,
    I'd paint a new honor- -
    that gives the spine a rush.

    Were I a fine sculpter,
    and the Earth was my clay,
    I'd mold it as a game,
    we'd all be kids and play.

    With skills of a sculptor,
    and the tools of the trade,
    I'd sculpt men of beauty,
    there'd be no masquerade.

    Were I a conductor,
    with orchestra in hand,
    I'd wave up a symphony,
    we'd skip to the promised land.

    With drummings of fury,
    drowning out screams for war,
    angels' singing violins- -
    leading strings- - to Heaven's door.

    If I were a wordsmith,
    the written word- - my game,
    I'd cast sweet poetry- -
    that would set man's heart aflame.

    With a pen full of wonder,
    epiphanies to employ,
    play would be our living art,
    living life would be our joy.

    Were I a star rocker,
    with my lightning guitar,
    I'd rock it to the Milky Way,
    we'd be rolling with the stars.

    With amps fully cranked,
    and the leads all screaming,
    the bases blowing out,
    man- - would we be steaming...