Child of the Sky

Icarus, Icarus child of the sky

above the clouds

feel free and fly

high over the grounds

With wings made by man

you felt like god

following you fathers plan

flying to shores abroad

Wind in you hair

Sun on your skin

Feel the air,

breathe it in

Hear your fathers cries 

You flew too close

Now pay your price

As the melting wax glows

Crashing waves swallow your heart

Down to your everlasting grave

Once so brave

now nothing left to save

Icarus, Icarus child of the sky

below the clouds

with the chains of death you fly

never above the ground

_{(~Atlas 26.09.2024)}

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Charlie