The Eagle

The Eagle

I watched the eagle soar high above the tree

As he flew higher I set my spirit free

To lift above the ground on thermal currents

Sailing high with only cross winds as deterrents

Through his eyes I see such sights

Rivers, mountains, forests, glades, and city lights

Hours we flew through the wide-open sky

This eagle I'd joined was not at all shy

He showed me such beauty all over this land

Then he took to places that cry 'cause of man

To dank, dark alleys filled with decay

Where men, women, and children live life as prey

The helpless, the homeless, the rich now poor

Abandoned like the garbage they use for their floor

The people so dirty, they have lifeless eyes

Mosts dreams are all gone, no more tears, no more sighs

Oh what its like when your tears have run dry

And day to day all you want is to die

I thought of the people living in mold

What would they give to have something to hold

Would they give up their souls to have some place to live

Or would they offer you nothing and expect you to give

Tears and tears the eagle cries

And so shed tears from my eyes

A mighty country it is said

................But look at all our living dead

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