The great fireeagle's wings
don't flame like they used to...
this thing that’s got him down....
even he don’t know....
he'd love to break free...
just one more time and glow....
yes the light is pretty dim...
even though he preens...
just can't seem to make the sparks...
Like an ancient Aeroplane...
In an ancient bone yard...
feathers start to turn....
and he'd give just about all he has....
to rev the engine and fly just one more time...
To build that flame as high...
high as the northern lights could stand...
put the ancient funeral pyres to shame...
To be that loving warrior...
Who breathes and bathes in flame...
yes just one more time...
one more time....
just to ease away this pain.....