• Strong, wise eyes rest upon beauty

    Feel the eagle's pride

    Shattering, blissful wings turn to treacherous chains

    Everyone thinks this; it must be insane

    Hear the eagle's cry

    Falling from once grace and myth

    Could this be true? I see tears of burning blue

    Power can never fall to pity

    No one bothered to look into those pleading eyes

    Watch the eagle die