Paper wings Fall & Fail
Proper wings sail through the sky
Proper wings fly far and high
Paper wings Crash & Burn
No clouds to be touched
No glory to be earned
A fool might build
A pair of paper wings
Be naive enough to believe
Those wings were fit for a king
It would seem quite apparent
That this is not so
But unfortunately
This the fool does not know...
At the peak of a mountain
He reached for the sky
But with wings made of paper
I just want to know why
Would a man such as he
Think he could fly
With false dreams and false hopes
He should just sit back and die
They searched for his body
But it never was found
Not one scrap of paper
Or broken bone on the ground
It can't be
That he flew away
On wings made of paper
There's no possible way
I
The privileged
Should have been the first one
Not this fool unworthy
Son of no one
He should have fell from the sky
A victim of gravity's wrath
Instead he was lifted on high
Sent on the most coveted path
So maybe paper wings aren't as bad as they say
Make your dreams into reality
Is what I learned today
Achieve your flight
Any way that you can
That's what separates a fool from a man
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