The Dead Poets Society; cut scene, Todd's Poem.

And still we sleep.

    We are dreaming of tomorrow

and tomorrow isn't coming 

We are dreaming of a glory 

that we don't really want 

We are dreaming of a new day 

when the new day's here already 

We are running from the battle 

when it's one that must be fought.

And still we sleep.

We are listening for the calling 

but never really heeding 

Hoping for the future when the 

future's only plans 

Dreaming of the wisdom that we 

are dodging daily 

Praying for a saviour when

salvation's in our hands. 

And still we sleep. 

And still we dream, And still we fear and still we pray. 

And still we sleep. 

And still we sleep. 

And still we sleep.