floating on the waves of the sea
life goes on like the ends of the horizon
endless is the gaze of an eagle's eyes
peering into the darkness wishing for another Sun rise
wondering will time pass us bye
aging in number no longer looking younger, but
continue to lust for the hunger of the trill of eating a fresh kill
raw flesh consumed inside an animal's chest
unable to digest, congestion has interrupted late night supper
floating on still waters, while young mothers no longer raise
conscious daughters;
grandmothers stuck playing the part of father,
absent from the job, single parents and children feel robbed.
and as the eagle begins to spreed it's wings in the sky
the Sun's shine brightens its smooth glide;
floating on a glacier of ice, freezing in the dead of the night,
drifting bye the glow of the pale moon's light;
with lunar images of women going through redemption, because
they were unable to guide their young;
missing the purpose of their life's mission.
