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The Eagle Cried by Faron Lee Brown

On a morning late in summer, my sanity was surprised.
I ventured on an eagle, and I saw that he had cried.
My bewilderment not scorned, my friendship not belied.
As I asked of his great sorrow, at the tears that he had cried.
My feathers are in tatters, my spirit compromised.
A darkness holds my beloved land, you see now why I cried.
I protect and comfort many, a heroic symbol in their eyes.
But an evil has forsaken many, and that is why I cried.
Much death and mass destruction, upon this land now lies.
This evil took me unaware, you now know why I cried.
I took this bird into my heart, while in my arms he lied.
"Together we will overcome," I said and with him too I cried.
His eye's now shown with fire, his spirit grew in size.
"I will call together this great land," he said as I dried the eyes that cried.
We will rebuild the USA, her heart and spirit proudly arise,
To show the world what happens, on a day the eagle cried.

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