Written by: iolanda Scripca

I fly with eagles on the one lane to Freedom
Through the desert of the lost souls of drought
Tears are dissipating from the speed of my Fate
Spirits chanting in the rhythm of the desired rain...
The sky commits suicide in my rearview mirror
The blackness of Death stabs memories with lightning
Sad drawers of my soul keep on being burglarized 
By the same thief of the heart of an eternal romantic
I press time hard to the floor, put on make-up of Arizona red
The rays slap me with Hope through the sunroof of my car
Wings sprout painfully  through my shrinking shoulder blades
I don't ask anyone anymore permission to  fly with Eagles...