Life is fickle, is it not?
We’ve only got this one short shot
Dead poets are remembered, the ones that live are broke
Peddling their poetry like all the ones who hang and choke
That’s why they created the Dead Poet Society
They all know the things that hide and stay hidden from you and me
Looking at the world a different way is what we want to do
Trapped inside this circus ride and pulling out the me from you
Folks remember, don’t forget
They hang to things they’ve done and they do not tend to forgive regret
Memories, they last for life, they find their way to our within
And God does not absolve if you have judged those who committed sin
How the World Should Work 