I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
but time is still turning they soon will be dry.
All those who see me, and all who believe in me
share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
Come dance with the West Wind
and touch on the mountain tops
sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
reach for the heavens and hope for the future
all that we can be---not what we are...
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