A Morning Spent With Icarus
When you sat there
the dawning sun behind you
making an aura in the sunrise
it was like you grew wings
all aflame
and you would be foolish
to take flight
too close to the sun
When you sat there
the dawning sun behind you
making an aura in the sunrise
it was like you grew wings
all aflame
and you would be foolish
to take flight
too close to the sun