The sun is not for you, young Icarus

You will burn your wings trying to reach so tall

Let me burn my wings then

So that in learning how to rise, I will know what it is to fall

Just as I know it is better to have learned to dream

Than never to have flown at all

Icarus, The fall will be great

You will never return to the sky

Would it be better not to leave the ground?

Should I also make sure I don't jump too high?

To be human is to fail

And what could be more human than one last great goodbye

You must know restraint boy

The world will learn lessons from how you fly

What lessons do they expect?

What marvels they may see

Not one who has clipped wings

But one who soars above the sea

Your pride will be your downfall

In both ways, you end alone

But I will end up alone in the heavens either side

My tale is not of caution

The tale of Icarus is not of pride

Just that it is possible to fail

For those that dare to touch the sky

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