The Eagles Flies

The Eagles Flies

The Eagle flies
Through secluded skies
Over sophisticated lies
And troubled times

Wings take him away
To a dream-filled place
Where death is a phase
In our mind's torn gaze

He feels the pain
Burning like a flame
The fear is in our brains
Our minds going insane

In our minds we have been caught
By dreaming of our wildest thoughts
For all those problems we have sought
And all the suffering we have fought

The Eagle flies
Through secluded skies
And senses distant cries
While everyone dies

He has arrived
His fears have died
And his eyes
Reveal blue skies

Looking around
Wondering what he's found
Reaching towards the ground
His mind being sound

In our minds we have deemed
That searching for our wildest dreams
Had brought the problems we have seen
And the suffering that has been

But the eagle sees
And flies
At peace with himself
And a little more wise...