Fly, little Icarus
But don't you touch the sun
Your wings may melt and falter
But you are still my son.
I saw you walking as a babe
Your first few tottering steps
And now you soar so high above
But you cannot imagine its depths
So fly, my little Icarus
But fear the sun's hot rays
Your fragile feathers fall apart
And you fall back from whence you came
If it takes me falling
For you to fly
Then I would plummet
A thousand miles
For you to soar
Again