Ohhhhh
I am the eagle, I live in high country
In rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.

I am the hawk and there's blood on my feathers
The time is still turning, they soon will be dry.

And all those who see me, and those who believe in me
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly.

Come, dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops
Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars
Reach for the heavens and hope for the future
All that we can be, not what we are.