The Academy Blues Project - Fork

Father and son gathered by the hearth
Like two snowy owls in winter, huddling for warmth
Melting down the wax from every candle in their cell
Collecting forgotten fallen feathers from the windowsill
In a hushed voice the father says "We've but one chance to get this right
We've only been given a small window from which to take our flight"
The labyrinth he had built, had become their prison
And he knows that up is the only way out from within
The two men slip undetected out to the bay
And will be far above the kingdom by the break of day
They climb along the ramparts atop the ocean bluffs
And turn towards the open sea, as the sun comes up
The father warns his son not to stray off course
"No we mustn't challenge nature to a game of brute force
Too high or too low might come at heavy cost
But the boy sheds his father's warning as the two take off
The Aegean wind carries them
Safely to the clouds
But a voice within the boy
Begins to grow too loud
The angels taunt him
Why fear the sea beneath your feet
Or the sun above your crown
If your mortal wings can reach us
Won't you join us… now!
The son departs the sheltered path his father forges in the sky
Soon he has strayed far off course and flown much too high
As Phaethon's chariot descends, all have lost control
And now their fate rests in the hands of mighty Apollo
The wax begins to melt, the boy's wings are unmade
The father can only watch as his son's strength begins to fade
Man prays to guide his children home
Teach them well before they've grown
But if the roads we walk fork from the start
At Childhood's End, we'll only grow apart
So, like Daedalus, we must stand alone
And let our kin fly on their own
Now Icarus falls and cries in vain
Into the sea which bears his name

Written by:
Mark Levy

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