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When I was young they gave warning

Not to let my wings carry me so high

But I felt the yearning

And the great desire to fly.



So I decided not to take heed

And I blocked out what they said

So I fell with tremendous speed

And I'm lucky I'm not dead.



It was so tempting it had to be done

The most foolish of all things

I just had to feel the beauty of the sun  

And I forgot about the wax in my wings.



My wings lay melted around me

And the hot wax has left me a scar

My feet now further my journey

I know not to where or how far.