The Boy Who Drowned

Once lived a boy who flew too high
Not his fault
That he dreamt of the sky
For spending the years in a cage
He never felt that sunny gaze.

Just once, he wanted to fly,
To gather all the magic
He never knew the warmth he yearned
Can turn so tragic.

He touched the sun and felt its might
He felt himself burn and enjoyed the light.

He had done what he dreamt of
He is sure the sun cried.

The sun kissed him
And filled him with gold.
The melted wax dazzled the gods
Leaving his life at odds

We remember the ones
Who wear a crown
Tell me?
Why Icarus is remembered,
When he drowned.