The eagle soars far on high
Upon wind currents that rise
Forest dwellers hear its cry
As it seeks them out with eagle eyes

Pigeons tend to follow it
Darting left and then the right
The eagle is angered just a bit
And this makes the bird uptight

Screeches echo off the clouds
Returning to the ground
Silent waves become so loud
When you hear the eagles sound

Another bird does share the sky
It's the Pure White Holy Dove
The eagle's anger becomes a sigh
As its heart is filled with Love

Together they soar within the blue
Seeking Spirits that shine with gold
Those who rise now, with the true
In heaven they'll never grow old