I sold my soul to a three-piece
And he told me I was holy
He's got me down on both knees
But it's the devil that's tryna

Hold me down, 

It is our nature to protect our children, For each generation to pass on their cautionary tales to the next.
So it is with the myth of Icarus, A legend of a boy who fashioned wings from feathers and wax, daring to fly into the heavens. His father was fearful and warned Icarus to be careful, begging him not to temp faith by flying too close to the sun but in the end the boy couldn't resist. His waxen wings melted from the sun's rays and he plunged to his death.

athenajosiah18 yhoo ps