The Dead Poets

Oh gather ye, for this is where dreams take flight.

For you can become the truest versions of thee.

Carpe diem- seize the day, seize the night.

Let long-rested voices burn for a flicker of light.

Passion, Passion. We are full of poetry.

Oh gather ye, for this is where dreams take flight.

In a secret cave, they vow their hearts to write. 

Suck the marrow out of life is what they plea.

Carpe diem- seize the day, seize the night.

Loud chanting of the dead poets in the moonlight

Swearing their youth will never die silently.

Oh gather ye, for this is where dreams take flight.

In a world of demands, these boys just might

Chase their dreams that they fear may never be.

Carpe diem- seize the day, seize the night.

Brick walls and cold looks, once a sore sight

Now a symbol of this society’s victory.

Oh gather ye, for this is where dreams take flight.

Carpe diem- seize the day, seize the night.