Taste the wind, cast over landscapes
torn and scored by the talons
of a vulture
rending granite into dust
while silent screams in jagged shards
flow through the bleakness in your mind.
[Chorus]
We are eagles soaring skyward
through the clouds we see below,
We are eagles soaring skyward
Spread your wings, it’s time to go.
Spread your arms, fingers stretched
and cry shrill, like nails on a chalkboard
head back and proud
then leap higher than a house
to soar and bank through granite dust
to the stars beyond.
[Chorus]
We are eagles soaring skyward
through the clouds we see below,
We are eagles soaring skyward
Spread your wings, it’s time to go.
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We Are Eagles (audio)
No surprise Proud Woman saw me as an Eagle; I can relate…
Playing with converting some of my poetry into lyrics,
Music by suno.com, artwork from pixabay.com