Written by: (Smith [bad word] 

As the sun breaks above the ground
 An old man stands on the hill
 As the ground warms to the first rays of light
 bird song shatters the still

 His eyes are ablaze
 See the madman in his gaze

 Fly on your way, like an eagle
 Fly as high as the sun
 On your way, like an eagle
 Fly and touch the sun

 Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
 Looks the old man in the eye
 As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd:
 In the name of God, my father, I'll fly!

 His eyes seem so glazed
 As he flies on the wings of a dream
 Now he knows, his father betrayed
 Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave

 Fly on your way, like an eagle
 Fly as high as the sun
 On your way, like an eagle
 Fly and touch the sun

 Fly on your way, like an eagle
 Fly as high as the sun
 On your way, like an eagle
 Fly and touch the sun