Eagle flew out of the night – He was something to observe Came in close,
I heard a voice Standing stretching every nerve – I had to listen had no choice I did not believe the information – Just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom, boom “Son,” he said, “Grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.” (Hey back home) – To keeping silence I resigned My friends would think I was a nut – Turning water into wine . . .
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