Soaring Like An Eagle

The ocean is wide. The mountains are steep.

I can fly like, the enchanted eagle.

Soaring high into the sky, feeling free to

find my destiny.

Searching, lost in a world of my own.

Hunting, for the one true love I long to be with.

To hold and caress with my words and the

touch of my sweetness.

Flying high, into the sky, soaring over mountains,

hills and plains. Flying high over oceans, seas and

river beds.

Soaring, diving, Flying high into the sky. Sun rays

beating on me. Through desert and over hill tops.

Looking but not seeing.

Darkness falls, and once again my searching ends.

Solitude beckons me, once again to share the night

alone.

The moon beams, the stars gleam, but all is lost

without you by my side. When morning comes, I will

search again.

Written By:

Donna Le

2/99

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