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Star in the Sky
DeAtH
This Pain I Feel
World without Dreams
Please Dont
The Eagle
Do You Remember
DREAMS
Loving is Letting Go
Lonely
Trapped
There Was
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10 Things I Hate About You
Who You Are
When is it Not
MoonBeaMs
Blink of an Eye
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Change
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The Eagle
1/2/01


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Cold, Clean wind
blows accross the ice.
The crystal blue sky
holds no clouds to see.
A lone figure trudges through the snow.
A golden mane whipped by the wind.
Snow to her knees, she clings to a fence
to help her cross the dam.
The ice thins and disappears beneath her
A deep bubbling river sings a song.
A song for her and the soaring birds.
3 golden winged eagles cut the chilly air.
Circling, Staring, Flying Free.
Eyes raised to the sky above, they slow.
One drops down and floats
to the lonely girl crouched on the dam.
She hums a harmony to the river's happy song.
With a screeching cry, he flies back up.
UP to join his friends.
UP to feel the icy air stream down his back.
UP to freedom, where no one can catch him.
The girl still hums although the bird can't hear
He turns to the sun, a soaring golden spirit.
Again he slows and floats near enough to hear her song.
He circles feet above where she sits.
She holds a gentle hand to the snow.
His rolling eyes watch warily every move.
Admired is his freedom. His ability to go
wherever he pleases. He swoops lower. Closer.
His taloned feet perch on the metal links above the girl's head.
she stands slowly longing to be as free. To set out
on the wind to wherever it takes her.
To be above the worries of the world.
To have no fear. To be so free.
To feel the chilled wind beaneath her and above her.
To see everything from where you are.
An untold hand rises to gently touch the eagle.
With another wailing cry, he rises up.
Into the wind of a perfect winter day.
Back to his friends, Back to his freedom.
With one last cry, he melts into the sun.
Gold on Gold.
A golden symbol, a Golden hope.
The Eagle.


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