This time's for real.
This time you flew your fragile wings
Too close to the sun.
I know you couldn't feel the warmth
Or feel the heat -
Just lifting you higher.
A touch upon this universe...
A mark upon this earth...
And flight to carry on the wind
The purpose of your birth.
When you tried to understand
The weight upon your wings,
I heard you cry "I'm just a man -
Not meant for flying things."