up in the sky it flew
aiming for the sun
with nothing but courage
and a pair of wings
it soared and soared
challenging its own might
there was no stopping
the mighty bird
as it travelled to distant lands
proud that it was
the little ones cowed
but from the horizon
there comes a brewing storm
to hell it said i will overcome
so it went right into the fury
to find too late
its wings the wind tore down
it went falling falling falling
the mighty eagle with broken wings
mending itself alone
like a wounded soldier
from a battle not won
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