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soaring high past clouds
pass the sun, over land
all i survey is mine
i'm a child of the eagle.
wings trimmed, my flight gone
longing and lost
i look through the wire
i'm a child of the caged
neglected and abused
hungering, alone.
wishing for freedom
i'm a child of the caged
tethers freed, wings regained
wind under my wings
i take again to the air
i'm again with the sky
lifting me higher, freer
closer to the clouds again
the wind lifting me lovingly
i'm a child of the eagle.
By Channon Lang
copyright 1998