Icarus - Mindy Gledhill

What are those wings?

What is that rust?

What are those tattered things that make you look like Icarus?

Somebody stole your fairy dust

And now the weight inside your chest betrays your wanderlust

So you fall into the waves

Of a thousand questions asked but none explained

And now all, all you can do

Is to trust that I’ll be waiting here to carry you

I will carry you

Spectators come from far away

Like they have tickets to the circus on a Saturday

Caught like a child in a parade

You spread your arms but when you’re wounded

You can’t fly away

So you fall into the waves

Of a thousand questions asked but none explained

And now all, all you can do

Is to trust that I’ll be waiting here to carry you

I will carry you

Smoke and feathers floating through the sky

Like the tears that you cry

Drops of melting wax rain down like fire

And you’re so very tired

So you fall into the waves

Of a thousand questions asked but none explained

And now all, all you can do

Is to trust that I’ll be waiting here to carry you

I will carry you

What are those wings?

What is that rust?