Icarus had wings of wax
he drowned in a sea foam
But behind our backs
we all have wings
made out of sinew and bone
You want music?
Then sing dammit
Even a crow has melody
You want motion
Then dance dammit
there’s no such thing as stationary
You want to win
Then play dammit
sharpen your skills till you’re on top
you want to live then LIVE dammit
you have no reason to stop
haters will hate and talk their talk
but you’re already up on stage
do what only you can do
only you can break your cage.
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