Have you ever seen an eagle cry?
I know that you haven't, and neither have I
But let me tell you, here's why

It holds on its shoulders, many a things
Power, grace and gorgeous wings
But most important of all, I must say,
Is the respect it holds, in all aspect of things

It soars high, above the clouds,
Its watchful eye, over a-billion crowds,
But once it targets its mighty head,
There's no stopping it, from an evening fed

Its unbeatable aim - its respectful game
Brought on its shoulders an unexpected thing
It's got style, it's got fame, but never once
Shows its unbearable pain

Have you ever seen an eagle cry?
I know that you haven't, and neither have I