Dead Poets
Dead Poets
We intellectualize the love, confusion and unknowns of life thinking it's all new, while our ancestors have been through the gauntlet of religions, philosophies, words, ideas and all the rationalizations made to understand the discord of our Spirits to this experience.
The Song:
Who ever heard their parents crying?
Who saw their children slowly dying?
They hide the tears, across the years,
brush it away and keep on trying.
Blue thunder paints a young girl’s soul,
Words surround her, keeping her whole.
Stumbling through childhood,
into adulthood,
searching to fill her role.
Chorus
Through the tears, through the years,
we rise from silence, face our fears.
Love and loss still mark the way,
but we’re still standing here today.
Knife’s edges, we walk,
hours on end, we talk.
Disconnections, definitions,
love words written in chalk.
Chill the champagne, my dear,
the witching hour is near.
We’ll cast off pretenses,
lower defenses,
keep making love to hide our fears
Chorus
Through the tears, through the years,
we rise from silence, face our fears.
Love and loss still mark the way,
but we’re still standing here today.
Reach for a star with all your might,
look up from shadows, seek the light.
Shed the changes, scour the ranges,
bring peace to your endless night.
Philosophize with man-made gods,
chasing their words, weighing their odds.
Taking them in and spitting them out,
like bitter poison, heavy doubt.
Man-child, look at yourself,
books collecting dust on the shelf.
Hiding emotions, mindless devotion,
to dead poets and forgetting yourself
Final Chorus (lifted)
Through the tears, through the years,
we rise from silence, face our fears.
Love and loss still mark the way,
but we’re still standing here today.