Eye of the Eagle
So high I am, in the sky I be,
for miles and miles I am able to see.
I look down at the earth , creatures I see from the air,
so strange, so odd, who seem not to care.
"Some tall, some dark, some light, some little, some big, some small;
but their was one common thing that they did, as I recall."
As I fly above the mountain peaks, land of wood, field of stone,
I see these men, they look the same, they all seem to be of flesh and bone.
They wear the colors of blue and gray.
"Some tall, some dark, some light, some little, some big, some small;
but their was one common thing that they did, as I recall."
They fought each other with sword and gun.
Didn't seem to matter who died under that noon day sun.
Flesh was torn apart from all that steel and powder,
the cries of death on those warm summer days arose ever louder.
The strange part be, when it was all done,
the color of their blood was the same what a shame,
as it lay to dry under the noon day sun!
I flew over so many lands, for so many years,
saw so much sadness, so much evil, heard so many cries,
inhaled the salt from the oceans of tears.
I flew over a great ocean for so many days,
looked down at the land covered with a gray, gun powder haze.
The slaughter was great, death blanketed most of the ground,
from one corner of the earth to the other, they all made that same sound.
Was the sound of killing, anger, hate and mistrust,
when it was all over, those useless tools of killing began to turn to rust!
I kept flying for so may years, wanting to rest;
maybe some tall mountain, perhaps a green forest would be my safe nest?
It was not my time to stop flying, for there was still one land to see.
It was a land of not much water, only white earth, not even a tree!
As I looked down the same thing there be:
"The creatures, some tall, some dark, some light, some little,
some big, some small;
but their was one common thing that they did, as I recall."
They fought in a land with not a tree, only sand and warm stone.
But it mattered not to these creatures of flesh and bone.
The sands of white were turned so red that day.
I thought they be brothers, why do they act in this way?
I still soar the heavens so high,
skies of blue above the fields of rye.
The trees beneath me, the mountains of stone,
many oceans of water, what be now different, I am all alone!
"The creatures, some tall, some dark, some light, some little,
some big some small,
disappeared one day as I recall."
It was at the end their be but two who faced each other,
sword at ready they struck at one another!
The blood ran warm, the blood ran deep,
and now both men, both brothers, lay on the earth for their final sleep!
I still fly the heavens above, the air now so pure, the wind so still,
the earth at peace, no more will death eat of its fill.
I have found my answer, I will fly no more, the sky no longer roam;
at last I will land, to find my peace, to make my home!"
So high I am, in the sky I be,
for miles and miles I am able to see.
I look down at the earth , creatures I see from the air,
so strange, so odd, who seem not to care.
"Some tall, some dark, some light, some little, some big, some small;
but their was one common thing that they did, as I recall."
As I fly above the mountain peaks, land of wood, field of stone,
I see these men, they look the same, they all seem to be of flesh and bone.
They wear the colors of blue and gray.
"Some tall, some dark, some light, some little, some big, some small;
but their was one common thing that they did, as I recall."
They fought each other with sword and gun.
Didn't seem to matter who died under that noon day sun.
Flesh was torn apart from all that steel and powder,
the cries of death on those warm summer days arose ever louder.
The strange part be, when it was all done,
the color of their blood was the same what a shame,
as it lay to dry under the noon day sun!
I flew over so many lands, for so many years,
saw so much sadness, so much evil, heard so many cries,
inhaled the salt from the oceans of tears.
I flew over a great ocean for so many days,
looked down at the land covered with a gray, gun powder haze.
The slaughter was great, death blanketed most of the ground,
from one corner of the earth to the other, they all made that same sound.
Was the sound of killing, anger, hate and mistrust,
when it was all over, those useless tools of killing began to turn to rust!
I kept flying for so may years, wanting to rest;
maybe some tall mountain, perhaps a green forest would be my safe nest?
It was not my time to stop flying, for there was still one land to see.
It was a land of not much water, only white earth, not even a tree!
As I looked down the same thing there be:
"The creatures, some tall, some dark, some light, some little,
some big, some small;
but their was one common thing that they did, as I recall."
They fought in a land with not a tree, only sand and warm stone.
But it mattered not to these creatures of flesh and bone.
The sands of white were turned so red that day.
I thought they be brothers, why do they act in this way?
I still soar the heavens so high,
skies of blue above the fields of rye.
The trees beneath me, the mountains of stone,
many oceans of water, what be now different, I am all alone!
"The creatures, some tall, some dark, some light, some little,
some big some small,
disappeared one day as I recall."
It was at the end their be but two who faced each other,
sword at ready they struck at one another!
The blood ran warm, the blood ran deep,
and now both men, both brothers, lay on the earth for their final sleep!
I still fly the heavens above, the air now so pure, the wind so still,
the earth at peace, no more will death eat of its fill.
I have found my answer, I will fly no more, the sky no longer roam;
at last I will land, to find my peace, to make my home!"
