SO SOAR MY BROTHER

So soar my brother way up high
with wings of power cruise the sky
your mate is waiting far out there
so sing your songs let fill the air
and seek your freedom while you can
try to forgive the sins of man
you must find your way back home
thru the valley and spires of stone
Dark clouds gather around the sun
rainbow colors are on the run
night winds howl the time is right
the unseen spirits are out tonight
Hawk makes his way thru the rocks
flying high wild and free
that’s the way it suppose to be

©Copyright 2006 by Larry R. Irons ~ Zicahota