Eagles spread their wings
To reach the top sky
A sky that does not blink,
It fears to waste time
Then here we are
Like train out of course
We can't seem to reach far
With all that gift of thought
With dullness, we struck a deal
That will shape our lineage
I doubt perfection is real
Are we even from his image?
We litter in our own home,
And still claim to be clean
Our teachers turned to phones,
We are fragile as the same screen
If only men were like the Eagle
The clouds will be just beneath
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:40 AM UTC
Eagles spread their wings
To reach the top sky
A sky that does not blink,
It fears to waste time
Then here we are
Like train out of course
We can't seem to reach far
With all that gift of thought
With dullness, we struck a deal
That will shape our lineage
I doubt perfection is real
Are we even from his image?
We litter in our own home,
And still claim to be clean
Our teachers turned to phones,
We are fragile as the same screen
If only men were like the Eagle
The clouds will be just beneath
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