Upwards, eagles rule the skies
when she was sixteen,
she said that she would never leave

and at eighteen she couldn't wait to go.

and I will paint your face on canvas
with muted tones and fine tooth combs.
and I will write poetry about you.

and in one hundred years,
when you ask me, why

it is because when I was fourteen,
everything changed,

and upwards eagles rule the skies.