When he walked as a man,
They were side by side, and hand in hand.
When the world split in two,
He would carry her into the blue, knowing well that she’d forget the truth.
How they’d lived, and they’d loved.
Now he’s screeching in the sky above
No return, no reprise.
Believe the eagle in his flight,
Be it high, be it long
Past forever, he will move along.
Until the day
His mind, or patience fade away.