Through this maze we call our lives, we try to find our way
I never thought it would be like this, when I started out upon my way
But an eagle chose to fly, and lift my head up high
As that eagle dies, I begin to realize
The tragedy of grace
With a heavy heart and a spinning head, I fell down to my knees
I prayed to god, please let it end, give me my release
All these changes they are read, out of books we can not see
All these changes in my head, are happening to me
But an eagle chose to fly, and lift my head up high
As that eagle dies, I begin to realize
The eagle was always me
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