As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill,
As the ground warms,
to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still
His eyes are ablaze,
See the madman in his gaze.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the
sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly, and touch the sun.
Now the crowd breaks
and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at
the crowd
In the name of God my father I fly.
His eyes seem so glazed
As he
flies on the wings of a dream,
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to
ashes to ashes his grave.
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the
sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun.
