On Eagles Wings

With choice will grasp its fundamental pull In time we can replace its timely spin of the wheel In comfort its cup will long to protect the innocents blade With love comes a pulse with gravitational pull On Eagles Wings comes a flood of dispensational thought One hand to hold a heart will mend No silver spoon nor heart by which to mend From the cradle to the grave its communicative salve Through its hungry thought provoking apathy In chambers of ghosts in sullen degree A simple grasp at the evenings homily In caged bars grasped its silver spoon Shallow promises we used to thrill On eagles wings the sea does thrill Out on its fresh scenic brigade a steam train will In haunting neglect reflect then stay near shore Frightened by the ambiance drifting a shore