The Eagle

[couchgrouch]

The EagleWell, the eagle rules the canyonlike a lion in flighthis wings cast a fearful shadowbut his greatest weapon is sighthe watches below while soaringat one with the skies and windslike him, our lives are for searchingbut we look up while he descendsthe eagle flies alonefills his hunger on his ownthen tips his wingand turns his path westcatches a breeze and glides,sleeps on mountainsidesbut the wind is his nestand when my time's at its endI hope I've felt as much windas the eaglethere are many things above uslife and love can feel like skybut if we're ever to reach themour souls must learn to flythe eagle hunts with visionthen conquers with his wingsI see tomorrow in the distancebut I'll reach it with my dreamsthe eagle flies alonefills his hunger on his ownthen tips his wingand turns his path westcatches a breeze and glides,sleeps on mountainsidesbut the wind is his nestso when my time's at its endI hope I've felt as much windas the eaglelife can be cold and darkand for all I see with my eyesit's what I see with my heartthat will make me wisethe eagle flies alonefills his hunger on his ownthen tips his wingand turns his path westcatches a breeze and glides,sleeps on mountainsidesbut the wind is his nestand when my time's at its endI hope I've felt as much windas the eagle(c)2005 Robert George