The eagle’s wing was broken,
He tried but could not fly,
Inside his heart was bleeding,
A tear fell from his eye.
Placed inside a cage to mend,
He felt like he would die.
One day the wind cried out to him,
And said, "You’ll soon be free.
He raised his wings to fly again,
And limped home to his tree.
He looked down on the world below,
His heart was filled with fright.
Where could he go? Where could he fly?
When all seemed dark as night.
His nest was what he needed now,
And a life-mate for his soul.
To raise another eagle up
Had been his life-long goal.
The spirit came when all was dark,
And entered in his nest,
And filled the womb of eagle’s mate,
As gently he carressed.
Another eagle born to lead,
A warrior strong and proud.
No fear can enter this one’s heart,
His cry has echoed loud.
He lifts his wings and soars on high,
The Spirit beckons him.
His people follow close behind,
Their fate no longer grim.
His cry is heard across the land,
The people soon unite.
No longer held in bondage firm,
They now rise up to fight.
Soaring proud and regal now,
The eagle looks toward earth.
The sky is his, the land and seas,
Bequeathed to him at birth.
Written in honor of a brave and honorable warrior.
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