Sunday, December 1, 2019
there will come soft rains Essays (199 words) - Greek Mythology
  BASTILLE-ICARUS    Ooh    Look who's digging their own grave  That is what they all say  You'll drink yourself to death    Look who makes their own bed  Lies right down within it  And what will you have left?    Out on the front doorstep  Drinking from a paper cup  You won't remember this    Living beyond your years  Acting out all their fears  You feel it in your chest    Your hands protect the flames   From the wild winds around you    Icarus is flying too close to the sun  Icarus's life, it has only just begun  It's just begun    Standing on the cliff face  Highest foe you'll ever grace  It scares me half to death    Look out to the future  But it tells you nothing  So take another breath    Your hands protect the flames   From the wild winds around you    Icarus is flying too close to the sun  Icarus's life, it has only just begun  This is how it feels to take a fall  Icarus is flying towards an early grave    You put up your defenses when you leave  You leave because you're certain  Of who you want to be    You're putting up your armor when you leave  You leave because you're certain  Of who you want to be    Icarus is flying too close to the sun  Icarus's life, it has only just begun  This is how it feels to take a fall  Icarus is flying towards an early grave    
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