Is there another place,
Another time for me to be free...
To spread my wings and fly as one with my brothers
In air, I see
Mountains and valleys
With rivers stretching as far as the eye can see,
On land, I feel
The dirt between my claws
The air in my feathers
Inside, I hear
The snakes that slither around
The mice that scurry about
Forever, I am
The thing that represents freedom
The creature no one can touch
In all, you know
That I am, the eagle
With which you do not care for
That darkness soaring in your skies
That beckoning sight you see fly with grace
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