The Eagle Poem by Weldon Davis

My soul is an eagle
It will fly
Nothing can hold nor restrain it
Though they may try

There are clouds overhead
Dark clouds
Thunderbolts and showers
I will rise above this tribulation
No!
I will not cower

My soul is an eagle
My enemies are buzzards
Feasting off dead carcasses
I see them hover
In an attempt to smother me
I will rise above this
No!
I will not let them judge nor cover me

Cover me with deceptions
Cover me with lies
Cover me with bigotry
Cover my eyes with shame

I will soar with my head held high
I will remember the names
Of all those who believed in me
Those who believed in me
When nobody else would dare

My soul is an eagle
Clawing, scratching, fighting
For freedom, fresh air, and security
All the things I hold sacred
All the things that are pure to me

My soul is an eagle
My soul is an eagle

Never to be chained, restrained, or held down

My soul is an eagle
My soul is an eagle

Never lost, always found
In the clear blue sky
Above the clouds
In fresh air and in freedom