The mighty eagle spreads its wings.
Upon the waves of wind it sings.
Through mountains, valleys, it does fly.
It touches earth; it touches sky.
How will I find the peace I crave?
I must be strong; I must be brave.
The world’s anger – I can’t control.
I must protect my living soul.
The mighty eagle spreads its wings;
No matter what, it still will sing.
Through mountains, valleys, it does fly;
Goes undisturbed in raptured sky.