The Eagle Beneath My Wing
We fly farther than any other can go
me and the eagle beneath my wing.
We fly wherever the wind may blow.
We'll never give up hope; it is hope to which we cling.
Hope is our creed; we tattooed the word itself on each other’s heart.
So far, we have not discovered what we had hoped to find.
I will never allow us to be torn apart,
because without the eagle beneath my wing, I would be blind.
If faced with the choice to die or give up our creed,
we would not let our creed fall apart and tear.
We would gladly fly through the darkness, stare death in the eye, and proudly bleed.
Are purpose is fulfilled, so our souls would glide through the air.
Together in peaceful serenity we would fly
in such a way that the seraphs up above start to sing.
As I begin to joyfully cry:
Together forever, me and the eagle beneath my wing.
Copyright © Jacob Frey | Year Posted 2014
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