Eagle Tears

639 11 2
                                    

Dreams, silenced by growing fears,
A life of an eagle occupied  with tears,
Led by the storms of life and thunder,
To faith our eagle sets his wings and surrender.

The curtain closes, but he still flies
Wounded, from those unfaithful lies,
There is pain but he never shows,
Soreness, in his mind sets and grows.

Just like a king, away from his throne,
Blown by his fears, mysteriously gone,
He closes his eyes and dreams on,
Of a life, away from reality, of his own.

Picturing, a kingdom of unsual colours,
Welcome to my empire of absolute honours,
Be my Queen, hold my hand, and lets fly,
Let me spread my wings and cover the sky






Burning Papers-love poems  Where stories live. Discover now