The Eagle flies and the Hawk dives,
Both in search of their evening meal
And there am I, injured and unsheltered.

The quest…,of all, their lofty efforts,
- Surely, today, this is my day to die.-

As my body and soul are devoured,
I pray that I become,
Something more, than I am…,
And fly high.

With all the spirits in the sky,
The ones that all, passed me by
When I was there, down below.

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