Dead Poet's Society

Whisper to me your sweetest dreams

All your pain will go away

Lend me your ears and let me speak

To those who may not understand

One thousand birds die in the sky

Because they cannot fly

Like poetry itself

You must understand the language of wealth

A clear conscience rules the earth

And the earth is nowhere but here

I must drown my sorrows in words that rhyme

But when do I find the time?

I must create a suicide

As if it is a sleeping mountain

Measuring beyond the peaks of obscurity

The death of a rose has the biggest secret

One she must dare to tell

Dead poets have no eager feeling

I forbid this sudden marriage!

I wear the crown that bares my feet

And all that is naked and willing

Fly, fly into the open sky

For he is the bully that beckons me

I am bloody and so is he

You are just a birth in heaven...