With The Eagles Soaring

The Eagles together
With this cold night's rain
Return the recollections.

I could have done so many things
But I ain't gonna worry
If I might've wasted time
'Cause I know the things I did
Were the things I should've done.
And I'd do them all again
For it was a smooth and tasty wine,
No drops wasted here.
There may not be much left
In this glass of mine
So I'll sip as long as allowed
For too soon I'll not remember
And you'll not care I've gone.

The things now flooding in
May not have all been right
By the rules they make
But they're filled with friends
Within another night
Giving without taking.
He gave me a good one
All in all.
Nothing sad here.
With the eagles soaring 'round me
I'm glad I had 'im near.

So here I am remembering
Things you'd never understand
Nearing the final revolution
With no hint of fear
'Cause in the breaking of the record
There is no broken me
From the warmth of yesterday
To the coldness that is here.

 

 ~Michael Bahm~

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