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.