• Wax and feathers,
    Pride and joy,
    He touched the sun.

    Melted wax and singed feathers,
    Broken pride and dying joy,
    He touched the sun.

    He left behind a weeping father,
    He tried so hard to fly so high...
    He touched the sun.

    Remember him, children,
    Remember when you're old,
    For while he touched the sun...

    He payed the ultimate price, as well.