The Eagle
My soul has risen
To where the eagle flys
Also with the vision
Of the eagles eyes
My voice has now turned
To an eagles cry
With its wings of strength
To sail the mountins high
I sail upon the breeze
Just beneath the clouds
It's here that I
Am the only one allowed
I watch over all the earth
And the creations of man
Keeping an eye on those below
Is all just part of Gods plan
If you dare to entice me
That would surely not be wise
For the feeble few that do
Are the foolish ones that die
So I sit upon the tallest tree
And watch you from afar
To see if I'm correct
On the foolish ones there are
Dan Kearley
6-21-12
Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2012
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