As the wind passes me by,
i pretend that i am an eagle.
Soaring upon the bird, singing it's song.
That's what i live for.
The wind carries me away,
like a sail boat awaiting to go for a run,
upon an endless sea of blue.
I know if i slip and fall,
those eagle wings so strong.
Will catch me not letting me fall,
down a milion feet from the ground.
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