Eagle, Wind, Dreamer
A whisper, a breeze
the slightest touch,
the wind calls
howling much!.
The eagle!
Alas, so bright
has taken flight
into the night!.
The response to the wind,
the eagle flies,
on a mission
hidden to eyes!.
The wind on his back,
the earth below
the eagle flies
with no fear to show!.
The eyes awaken,
the dream ends
but the wind still whispers
to me in my bed!.
I lie awake,
the whisper fresh on my ear
and think of the eagle
the eagle, so dear!.
A dreamer!
A dreamer!
Oh, I am, and then it hits me
like waves on sand!.
I am the eagle
flying into the night
for I am a dreamer
who has taken flight!.
With the wind to guide me
the calling is clear
It is he I will follow
my friend, so dear!.
The Wind,
The eagle, the dreamer, alas
What is my mission!?
is all I will ask!.
The wind brushes my face
my feathers, my wings
my mission is to
see things!.
See things as they are
and love them for that!.
Love makes the world go round,
not boring and flat!.
Love is the wind,
that carries me high,
the dreamer, the eagle,
into the night sky!.
Each star is a dream,
a wish if you like,
the eagle sees all
of them in the night!.
I sleep again,
and dream of the wind,
of the eagle
and where I've been!.
I dream of the mission,
to love all and love one
as I fly onward
towards the rising sun!.
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