08/01/20 15:03:47 O
As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill.
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light,
A birdsong shatters the still.
His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.
His eyes seem so glazed,
As he flies on the wings of a dream.
Now he knows his father betrayed.
Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle.
Fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.
Now the crowd braks and a young boy appears,
Looks the old man in the eye.
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
“In name of God my father I fly”
―Flight Of Icarus―