I am an eagle with broken wings
Man has clipped them bare
The passion that once called me its home is no longer residing there

My feathers are matted, tattered and torn
From this ceaseless winter night
Sticks and stones have broken the bones
Of the wings that should take flight

A motionless grey bundle
Created for so much more
Unable to spread wide and catch the wind
When i was born to soar

Despite cruelty's thundering voice
That rains down its hate in showers
Time has whispered in my ear that
Birds of prey will never cower

Wind, sun, cold, rain and
Whatever this life may bring
The sun will still rise tomorrow
Because eagles fly with broken wings