Icarus
When you put a finger to me I light up like a match. Soaring up toward the Skies With my wings of wax. You say you're flying with me- That you're right by my side. But your wings are of iron, You're not on the same ride. It's heaven, it is, I don't deny, Yet it singes just a little. There's a little guilt as I fly alone Into that lonely hell. How can I take you with me? What's the magic spell? It's not fatal, these wings of wax, There's more joy than I can tell. Let's melt your iron wings, I can't wait till they rust. Come fly with me into the Sun, If in me you trust.