Icarus Unbound

Bad habits are for the birds
but we all love to fly

and no matter how hard
wings are flapped
some cycles are still
so hard to shake

Every saint I’ve ever met
was steeped in sins of past regret

of mud, of dirt,
of dust, of ash,
of sun, of moon
of rise, of crash

Good will is born in your heart
but the key is turned through action

I’ll lock my love and hate away
and pray the Lord my soul to take
so if smiles alight when morning comes
let’s sing and weep for lessons learned


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