The Eagle

You can never cage the eagle.
The eagle, it longs to be free.
You will never cage the eagle.
And neither will you cage me.

For the eagle it has no master.
No master to hold the key.
And as the eagle rides upon the wind,
It feels every breath of air.
And when it sores above the clouds,
No one can touch it there.

It flies over mountains and valleys.
It flies over oceans and seas.
The eagle, it only lives to be free.

It dwells upon a mountain.
Beneath an opaque sky.
For the eagle follows it's heart.
It needs no reason why.

No, you can never cage an eagle.
The eagle will always stay free.
No one will ever cage the eagle.
Just as no one will ever cage me.