Wings

An eagle circles low to scout the land As regal as a symbol should command A hoisted flag whips in the brushing of the wind These are symbols which have dignity to span Whose rapturous silent song of antheming Reminds me of the price that has been paid For me to walk the independence trail so paved With youth and strength, so grappled and pursued Not fearless, yet courageous endurance is renewed Where blood and tears have made the pages fold Let me not forget the tragic stories told Out of the cleansing night of stars and tides Here on the shores where freedom never dies Let me not forget the price of those who gave their all In that rich earth a richer dust conceals How dear the cost for me to walk so free My peace of mind so blessed by freedom's breeze Where I walk head held high and all the while I know That souls were lost for me, where last bells were tolled Where quiet shadows fall, and solemn thoughts recall Where the eagle crowns the flagpole, we call home