You'll find me in the art room
Coverd in clay, graphite, or paint.
Or maybe in a land you've never heard of,
Where anything can take place.
And unless you call persistently,
I might not make it back
From some strange world of fantasy
That's bound in leather, front and back.
And when I've gone to see the world
On the other side of the sea
Where equatorial breezes swirl and whirl,
Just know I'm there with family.
When I come back I might be sad
Of the way things seem to fall,
But I'll still proudly salute the flag
For those who answered the call.
And Lord I pray I don't submit
Should things here go array,
For if they do, I will resist
If You will be my guide.
And that is me and yet not me
For there is always more to say;
As people, we keep changing "me"
From day to livelong day.