BEFORE THE EAGLE LANDS
This is it...
My time
My chosen time
My frozen time
This is it...
This is where eagles dare
Where they breed rare
Where I must lay bare,
All my troubles
All my pending trifles
All battles and bafflements
Some lost, some won
This chapter is new
This is where I must retire with the chosen few
Where I shouldn’t give up,
For I now rest at my golden pew
This is where I must retire
Where I begin to tie-up
Those loose ends,
Those slacked shoe strings
This is where I must chase those evil whims
Devil hymns are no more sung here
For the wind of hope now begins to blow more and more
High and low,
The tide of triumph rides
Mighty and wild
For the time has come
The sun must now be set
And all fading hope put to reset
The sun has set
The sun has set
Wheels of fortune are now set,
In motion
No more commotion now
For everything begins to move in slow motion
And the coach of life begins to swirl
Twirling and twirling,
Waves of joy ululating into song and dance
Dance of winding laughter and trance
And so as the birds of hope begin their sojourn flight
Their kite of hope flying high and wide
For mild is the time now
There is no more why and how
No hindsight
Just a cold afterthought
A silent nought as a new day whispers about
And as a bleak light breaks the virgin night
And angels begin to prance,
Light-footed in their merry dance
And as those birds of feather begin to parade in the morning sky
No longer now weary to the wandering eye
The brave eagle prowls once more,
For its time has come
And he swerves and swelters in the morning mist
For his time has now come
And it is here that he soars
Here where his wet feathers unfold,
And he begins to fly,
Ascending into that blue sky
Blue sky of hope and dream
Boundless field of awe
This is where I must be
This is it...
This is it...
This is now
This is not anyhow
This is not time for why and how
This is the final lair
This place is where the eagles dare...