The Eagle and the Hawk

I am the eagle
I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky
I am the hawk
And there’s blood on my feathers
But time is still turning they soon will be dry
And all of those who see me
And all who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly

Come dance with the west wind
And touch on the mountain tops
Sail o’er the canyons
And up to the stars
And reach for the heavens
And hope for the future
And all that we can be
Not what we are