Ballad Of A Dead Poet
Call off all funeral processions
Because I'm ensuring progression
In this often abused art form
That's become my obsession
No words must be spoken
I've stirred and awoken
From obscurity's cold clutches
Everyone has their moments
Where they can't handle life
So they run away and hide
And hope strife passes through
Without claiming them too
Future prospects scare me
And I don't get scared often
Remember me by what you read
Place your favorite in the coffin
I'm not dead, but I sure show it
This is the ballad of a dead poet
Because I'm ensuring progression
In this often abused art form
That's become my obsession
No words must be spoken
I've stirred and awoken
From obscurity's cold clutches
Everyone has their moments
Where they can't handle life
So they run away and hide
And hope strife passes through
Without claiming them too
Future prospects scare me
And I don't get scared often
Remember me by what you read
Place your favorite in the coffin
I'm not dead, but I sure show it
This is the ballad of a dead poet