Fly my Eagle and Smile.

The Eagle wants to fly.
He wants to soar high
and leave it all behind.
He doesn't belong here.
It's not his home.
He wants to be freed.

But it feels good to be here.
There's a pleasure in being chained.
An addictive kind of pleasure.
But a very deadly one.
The eagle knows what he wants.
It's not in here.
The eagle is struggling.
Painful freedom or chained pleasure?

The eagle has to decide.
And soon.
The eagle knows it's now or never.
Or else he will be doomed.
Will the eagle fly high and smile?
I wish the eagle will fly and smile.
And soar high in clear blue sky.