A bold Eagle flies low
skims the earth with a glance.
Wonders how all seems to glow
why is life only a show?

The older eagles fly up high,
kowing the terrors of life below.
Once you've turned yourself over to the ground
your wings are clipped.
No one will hear a sound,
part of the show you will be.

Never to fly again,
with remorse those below look up.
The Bold eagle swoops lower and lower,
closer and closer...