They try to clip her wings
And pull on her feathers.
They rip at her heartstrings;
She hurts deep in stormy weathers.
Her heart is softer than down.
She has vision so keen
And is the strongest bird around.
She appears small but her size is mighty and mean.
When the storms subside
The sun, once again, will shine.
Her strength is renewed inside__
Her prey will sink to the brine.
She soars upward, wild and free;
Spreading her wings wide across the sky,
Fighting the winds that carry her over the sea.
LISTEN, YOU CAN HEAR LONE EAGLE'S SPIRIT CRY!