The Wings of Icaro

In this labyrinth where there lies a demoniac creature Known as the minotaur I must run away but I need a pair of wings Being trapped here inside I do not have much to do and my father daedalus had the idea To build a pair of wings with wax and being amused I flew that high, in the borders of everything I felt free, out of every limits I could see everything from up The world was swarming of ignorance and despite predjudices I could feel free show to them that I do not care of what they were saying because I knoew what I wanted and how to get it All this sensation was amazing But wasn't destinated to last longer because I flied near the sun and my wings were melting While I fell from up I feel the swish and the cold of the air that was touching my skin Everything must end after a while but the satisfaction To prevail and to show how much we can be stronger To get over our problems is immense