I see an eagle take to the sky. I see it grasp the wind.

Like the freedom of spirit that goes almost unseen.

I see my brother, as he pass me by.

I hear my brother, as he tells me a lie.

Grace be all others, and if I must cry.

My spirit is never unseen, but we all must watch how you fly.

As humble can be, and caring ’til you die.

You too must watch how you fly.