Don't forget if you fly too high, You'll reach the limit of the sky, Where your wings will be burned by the sun, And you'll come crashing down. It's happened so many times before, So why wouldn't the day come When you're through, No one remembers your face or name. No one remembers your days. Without wings it's hard to fly, Without success you're ready to die. Just keep those big feet on the ground, Some day they have to come down Without wings you'll land and crash. No one will honour your burned out ash.