OUR EAGLE
OUR EAGLEGentle is the breeze as I sit upon the stair,It softly moves the tendrils of escaping hair.A voice whispers to me,'Do you think of me still?'I answer with a solemn smile that I always will.How could one forget the greatest of all times,When you walked amongst us, easy were our minds.Can time ever dim the lightness of your ways?The fabric of our love for you can never fray.At night you stand before us, a shadow in our dreams,Dawn finds you beside us, laughing at our schemes.In our moments of triumph, we feel your applause,When it all feels so helpless, you are our cause.You are our eagle, a symbol of all that's proud.It flies as you always did, free and oh, so wild.Appreciating the solitude that you were searching for,Your memory will fill us till the eagle flies no more.....IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY BROTHER, TERRY... Written August 22nd, 2001 © on Aug 22 2001 11:28 AM PST 0 • 13
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"OUR EAGLEGentle is the breeze as I sit upon the stair,It softly moves the tendrils of escaping hair.A voice whispers to me,'Do you think of me still?'I answer with a solemn smile that I always will.How could one forget the greatest of all times,When you walked amongst us, easy were our minds.Can time ever dim the lightness of your ways?The fabric of our love for you can never fray.At night you stand before us, a shadow in our dreams,Dawn finds you beside us, laughing at our schemes.In our moments of triumph, we feel your applause,When it all feels so helpless, you are our cause.You are our eagle, a symbol of all that's proud.It flies as you always did, free and oh, so wild.Appreciating the solitude that you were searching for,Your memory will fill us till the eagle flies no more.....IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY BROTHER, TERRY......"