i stand on the cliffs with my son next to me, this island our prison, our home. and everyday we look out at the sea, this place is all he´s ever known. but i´ve got a plan with some wax and some string, some feathers i stole from the birds. we leap from the cliffs and we hear the wind sing, a song thats to perfect for words. but son, please keep a steady wing, and know youre the only one who means anything to me. steer clear of the sun, or youll find yourself in the sea. now safely away, i...