Wings of wax with a soaring heart.
Fly too close to the sun to meet your hearts desire.
At the peak those wax wings will melt and to the sea you'll fall.
With the memories of the sky and the heat of the sun still on your back.
-Wicked Kitteh of Oz
Fly too close to the sun to meet your hearts desire.
At the peak those wax wings will melt and to the sea you'll fall.
With the memories of the sky and the heat of the sun still on your back.
-Wicked Kitteh of Oz
