Dead Poets Society (for the movie)

Tradition, Discipline, Honor, Excellence
Throughout the hallways
We recite the past
We're the Birds
Locked in a cage
We are the Dead

Carpe Diem
Throughout the class
We speak our voice
We're the cubs
Finding our roar
We are the poets

Oh Captain, my Captain
Through out the night
We chant our verse
We are the wolves
Ruling the night
We are the Society

Suck the marrow from the bone
Throughout the cave
We spread our wings
We're the birds
Which have been set free
We Are Dead... Poets... Society

© Terra Kelly 2006