O falcon flying high on endless sky
do tell me ’bout the tale behind thy cry
the joy of soaring through the clouds so white
the careless flight on winds unseen from sight
O falcon winging far beneath the sun
do tell me ’bout the days and years agone
of mindless youthful moments while adrift
and beauty, madness, joy that faded swift
O falcon diving down the prey so small
do tell me how to fly as high and tall
as mountain peaks so far from earth below
to ease the pain of years from long ago
O falcon soaring through the space so free
do tell me how to be as strong as thee
and teach me how to ease the loneliness
as thou hast done in sky so vast… and endless
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