To Fly With the Eagles
There was a time when I felt like an ace
I hovered over hills quite green
Swam above waves of soft white lace
Flew with the eagles in pursuit of my dream.
And I knew I was loved
And I knew what was true
And I knew who I was
And I knew what I had to do.
Along the way, as I walked life’s maze
I came to face a forest of pine needles
Got caught in the undertow’s embrace
Ran into dark clouds where I lost sight of the eagles.
And I forgot I was loved
And I forgot what was true
And I forgot who I was
And I forgot what I had to do.
I ran into dead ends that ate at my tenacity
Took up work, harvesting a farmer’s crop in the valley
Fought my way and prayed the sea would not swallow me
Took a break to rest my weary wings and keep a low key.
And I remembered I was loved
And I remembered what was true
And I remembered who I was
And I remembered what I had to do.
And in that time, I met friends who shared my load
I found a family who made me feel I belong
Someone grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the sea’s hold
An eagle came by my side and made me feel so strong.
And I knew I was loved
And I knew what was true
And I knew who I was
And I knew what I had to do.
By CarolineCécile, June 12, 2009.
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