The Day Icarus Died
In one of the days of past One that stayed its welcome, last Sun was shining more Even brighter than before Earth mold me in the body The wind was the one, shaped my soul The stairs, mountain and the cold Only the top left, that's all. I run, hop and jump Fly a little, too high "Wax, wax don't melt on me" A view you can't pass by "I flew, higher than any man, But luck was nowhere to be found. Sun was shining more Even brighter than before." Sky was a different blue, I bet On the day Icarus died. And everyone in the end forget He did fly so high