Dead Poet Revival - Episode: The Question

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There Will Be...

There will be a day after tomorrow
If we release desolation and dismay
We can only gain a new beginning
Just try to keep it all from decay
Why can’t you see it for tomorrow?
Right there waiting around the bend
Why can’t we spend today together?
We could find a place there that we can mend
It is never to late for giving, 

never to late to forgive.
For it is with care in support of each other
That we can ascend all the way to the end
Let us do it now while we are moving
We could do it right this time I know
There will be a day after tomorrow
Why can’t you see it right around the bend?
I'm sure you feel what it has in store?
We can leave behind all this sorrow
All of us will clear the ground and soar
We won’t be in this darkness anymore
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be....

Richard Carter

We Twist We Climb

Into the darkest clusters of time
One and a two, we twist we climb
In our attendance, we see it in part.
That doesn’t mean we are all smart
For a portion of an instant, may we spare?
As the whole is combined, we will share
Absorbed on something rather sublime
Two and a three, we twist we climb
If for a moment, we reach for the heart
Will we know it? Is it an art?
For a portion of an instant, may we share?
Melodic scheme, incredible dare.
Three and a four, we twist we climb
Subtraction of a signal message, time looms apart
It fades and falters then just air.

Silent Inclination - Overwhelming Trepidation

A solitary tear poised bravely on my façade
What has made this experience so odd?
Walking slowing toward the bend
Into discontentment I do descend
Up and over a silent inclination
With overwhelming trepidation
Can it all be so bleak?
Is humanity really so weak?
If we spend the time
We might halt this dreadful crime
The environment needs us in this instant
We will fix it if we are not complacent
Mother Nature has take care of us
Now its time for us to fuss
Take the time to care of her
We can save her that is for sure
Let us all clean up this mess
For our future we must bless
We must do it for our children’s children
It is for them we shall not ruin
It must be saved, we must preserve
I just know we can conserve
Let us look to another day
Where will the children play?

Richard Carter

Ode To Lance

One more year has gone by without you

Two groups of five slashes plus two times two

Marked notches on the wall

Equal the years without your call

You visit me in dreams

So alive it seems

But when I awake

It all seems so fake

As memories fade into the night

I watch as you pass through the light

It is the visions of you by my side

The reasons I have cried

Since you passed on

Like something gone terribly wrong

A good friend who has gone missing

Has left me wishing

For times since gone

I am left to be strong

One more year has gone by without you

Oh Now Come On

I accelerate diagonally across the thoroughfare,

Insignificant obstacles looming everywhere.

While hopes and dreams I did stow,

Faltering forward my romanticism faux.

Vehicles approach with manufactured hullabaloo,

Dotted yellow lines guide me to you.

I go forward with caution but stop in my tracks,

For I have relapsed but gone beyond the facts.

Where are we going through dark paved streets?

Somewhere at the crossroads where everything meets.

Why are we all so resolute?

When in the scheme of things it is so minute.

Approaching a junction, I accelerate,

Signs forcefully directing me exasperate.

One more thing before I turn the corner,

There are times and places we are all a foreigner.

So when you meet someone new,

Just remember it could be you wearing the other shoe.

Richard Carter