I dont know what the hell made me think of this but without further ado... The Eagle.
Born for a western sky, sweeping a circle as he flies
He was free when they let him be.
Brave and a hunter's son, the land was his 'til he met a gun.
He was free when they let him be.
In a land without a friend, will there be an empty sky
Where the eagle used to fly in the wind?
There on a mountain high, wounded eagle wants to die.
He was free when they let him be.
Dreaming of days gone by, when Indian children watched him fly.
He was free, when they let him be.
In a land without a friend, will there be an empty sky
Where the eagle used to fly in the wind?
Born for a western sky, sweeping a circle as he flies,
He was free when they let him be.
He was free when they let him be.
Born for a western sky, sweeping a circle as he flies
He was free when they let him be.
Brave and a hunter's son, the land was his 'til he met a gun.
He was free when they let him be.
In a land without a friend, will there be an empty sky
Where the eagle used to fly in the wind?
There on a mountain high, wounded eagle wants to die.
He was free when they let him be.
Dreaming of days gone by, when Indian children watched him fly.
He was free, when they let him be.
In a land without a friend, will there be an empty sky
Where the eagle used to fly in the wind?
Born for a western sky, sweeping a circle as he flies,
He was free when they let him be.
He was free when they let him be.
