The Eagles You Can Have

Everywhere you are flying

You have left one feather

You are losing small pieces of your own identity

Your wings are waving

You have left pieces of your skin

You are losing small pieces of your own identity

Give me the eagles I can fly with

Give me the reason I can smile with

Give me the blood I can live with

Give me the poison I can die with

Show me your hands they are shaking

Give me a break I'm awakening

You are losing small pieces of your own identity

Show me your eyes they are closing

Give me your soul which you are losing

You are losing small pieces of your own identity