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A Shepherd of Eagles

Progressive Hard rock
by Art Hengst

Performed by Ironia


Maybe I'll be leaving tomorrow 
     I'm sick and tired of waiting
To feel the wind in my hair again
     And rise above humanity's screaming tide
They need a chance to remember how grace and truth collide.

And it's time to let them understand 
that the waves recede at my demand 
and the time has come to get my wings in the air.

Bravely stole a piece of tomorrow 
     I felt the time was right
And made it better than yesterday
     Let the words be drawn in the sand
For generations to ponder the mysteries at hand.

And their ears could never understand
what the winds convey at my command
and the time has come to get my wings in the air.

So fly here, beside me, as bright horizons guide me through the tortured sky.

My spirit arises, the tempest harmonizes every martyr's cry.

And Father, 
     in this race I run, 
     let not my will but Yours be done
That it's all in the plan
     to get out on my own today;
That the life
     laid out in front of me
     carries on beyond its apparent end. 

Maybe they'll believe in tomorrow
     The acts of truth confirming
A glory bitter in irony

And in time  

The time will come to get their wings in the air.

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