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
And all of those who see me
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
And reach for the heavens
and hope for the future
And all that we can be
and not what we are