“Leaders of the Renaissance
I know you hear my cry
The world is in shambles, they’re eating us alive.
If all the clocks are ticking we know the time has come,
The foolish men don’t understand the freedom bells aren’t done.
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
It’s time to stir the art
Because tomorrow’s yesterday, and yesterday’s begot.
It’s all a dream
But what your eyes have seen
Pave ways for steps right in between.
For those who get the message, they’re fierce in their design
Try stopping dreaming light, it’s warned to not be tried.
If at the speed of light, the focus is just right,
We can take our home to paradise, with music, soul, and dance.
Leaders of the Renaissance
Let all your voices heard
Because ‘To Be or Not To Be’
Left vision manifested irony.
We need your help to guide us through the Era of Apocalypse
And you are teachers, breathing light
Masters of the theatre who were perfectly taught right.
Rightly right, or rightly wrong
We know that you are strong.
Please heed the warnings
Please read the signs
It’s the keepers of the arts who hold a place in all our hearts.
Every jester, every fairy Puck too,
Can lift this world up and help you guide the braves ones through.
Shine bright like a beacon of the Sun.
Create, Illuminate, and have some Fun.
The time is here, the time is NOW.
End Scene. I bow.”