The King Will Come

The desire of wings On this regal of birds Mountain roaming Near the top of the world Gracing our skies For more than A thousand years From the crack of dawn This royalty peer Eyes wide open As it scans the land Pray in the open Where it rarely stands It captures the moment In stealth swoop Talons of death In wanting scoop Quarry silent Hunger crave The glide of the wings Like, surfing a slow wave If we delight the mountains Admire what we see Admire her nature In spiritual glee On the horizon In delightful flow What i have waited to see Excites me so A golden eagle Heads for me As if to fly past And compliment me For my mission this day To stand and joyfully hum Patience The king will come " My challenge for Catie Lindsey to determine the Rocks Bands tracks "