Have seen all that is regal, through the eyes of an eagle,
Dark shadows creasing canyons below.
Dewdrops dance on gentle breezes as my human pain eases,
Crimson stains the skyline's slow ebb and flow.
In these moments of grace, North wind in my face,
Only God's breath beneath my fledgling wings.
Lift me upward, lift me home, better, forever here to roam,
For I have seen all that is regal, through the eyes of an eagle.
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