dip all of me in rubbing alcohol
clean me and let me dry
when i am no longer damp
allow me to fly free
stretch my wings and soar
oh to fly
and not to worry
how close you are to the sun
for fear your wings
will melt
"Icarus was not an achiever..."
I am
I will be
nothing for granted
everything for learning
help me off the ground
and i will cut the sky
with my silverly form
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