Sunday, 15 November 2009

I am not Icarus

Go look up in the sky,
You will not going to see Icarus,
Instead you will see me fly,
I fly until I would reach Mars.

I will not be back home for supper,
Tell that to our children,
Also I will be higher,
Pass through the Earth’s horizon.

If I never come back home,
Please do not cry for me at my grave,
Because it will be a shame,
I am never being away from your life.

There will be a special place,
Where we shall reunite,
Believe me you can see it through my face,
Until then I always dream about you every night.

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