Dead Poet String played by the fingers Just paper and pen Just a simple song that lingers On the hearts of ordinary men And the song that is singing Is a song we all know Like the dead poet writes He’s just a man that will live and die But he knows there is more to life than seen Like oh oh he won’t see me No he won’t see me Some say that it’s illusion Some say so we will grow He said that the confusion Is just the wind that makes the seeds blow And the song the wind is singing Is a song we all know Like the dead poet writes He’s just a man that will live and die And he knows there is more to life than seen Like oh oh he won’t see me No he won’t see me Mark McCahon Copyrighted © 2003 Mark McCahon all rights reserved
