• Broken wings bound with wax
    Dreaming of flight, cannot relax

    The sun, it shines so brightly
    But beneath the waves roll mightily

    Feet on the stone so cold
    A final breath before a jump so bold

    Wind whips and catches
    And lifts to heights unknown

    Dreams sometimes take control
    No thought of life, only glory

    Too close, too close
    The wax is melted

    The hopes fall and smash
    The boys falls to death

    Icarus, poor soul
    Father, Poor wretch

    Damned, and saved
    Dead, and alone