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| WINGS OF AN EAGLE |
| Soaring eagle higher than he has ever been until pushed back by mighty winds In his youth he was cautiouse and clear of the danger in his fear He knew weekness was an evil ill one which could always force him to kill So everyday he worked his wings spreading the assurance which strength brings In compitition he had none no one could match not a single one |
| The eagle still grew weary inside trying to swallow the tears he cried For no matter how fast he could fly he could not touch every sky And even tho'se who laid under his wings would not help bear the pain of loves stings Untill he cried almost giving up his goal of touching every sky with the love in his soul Please meak eagle remember what you knew only your own fear and weekness can kill you. By Donald L Holmes |
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