Icarus
Because my wings were only made of wax
Perhaps I should have listened to your pleas
Perhaps I might have spared myself the death
That waited in those unrelenting seas
But you were never one to spare your tongue
You often tried to warn me of the fate
That teetered on the edges of my risks
I always thought your morbid fears too great
And father, on that one immortal day
You gave me chance to do what none had done
To dance among the silver fleecy clouds
And touch the golden armor of the sun
So as I spiral plunged into the sea
My heart thought not of fear nor salty brine
I knew this was the apex of my life
And all that stood before me was decline.
Because my wings were only made of wax
Perhaps I should have listened to your pleas.
Perhaps I might have spared myself the death
That waited in those unrelenting seas.
But you were never one to spare your tongue.
You often tried to warn me of the fate
That teetered on the edges of my risks.
I always thought your morbid fears too great.
My father, on that one immortal day,
You gave me chance to do what none had done,
To dance among the silver fleecy clouds,
And touch the golden armor of the sun.
So as I spiral plunged into the sea,
My heart thought not of fear nor salty brine.
I soared, on this the apex of my life,
For all that stood before me was decline.
Because my wings were only made of wax
Perhaps I should have listened to your pleas.
Perhaps I might have spared myself the death
That waited in those unrelenting seas.
But you were never one to spare your tongue.
You often tried to warn me of the fate
That teetered on the edges of my risks.
I always thought your morbid fears too great.
Dear father, on this one immortal day,
You gave me chance to do what none had done,
To dance among the silver fleecy clouds,
And touch the golden armor of the sun.
I know that when you look back on this day
Your mind will always focus on the worst,
But know, in all the history of man,
For each endeavor only one is first.
So as I spiral plunged into the sea,
I never thought to fear the salty brine.
I soared, on this the apex of my life,
Because what laid before me was decline.
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