Skies are crying
I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like
there's nothing left of me?
I want to be an eagle when they face the storms of life. The eagle flies to a high spot and will simply wait for the storm to come. When the storm eventually hits, the eagle sets its wings and allows the storm to pick him up. Then something beautiful, something incredible happens. The eagle rises above the storm. It doesn't try to escape it-it simply soars above it. In essence, it uses the storm to lift it higher. I love that. I want to be like an eagle. I want to rise above the storms of life. Instead of running away from the storms, I want to use them to lift me higher.
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
I am watching
Catching teardrops in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel like
there's nothing left of me?
I want to be an eagle when they face the storms of life. The eagle flies to a high spot and will simply wait for the storm to come. When the storm eventually hits, the eagle sets its wings and allows the storm to pick him up. Then something beautiful, something incredible happens. The eagle rises above the storm. It doesn't try to escape it-it simply soars above it. In essence, it uses the storm to lift it higher. I love that. I want to be like an eagle. I want to rise above the storms of life. Instead of running away from the storms, I want to use them to lift me higher.
"When a storm comes, all other birds seek shelter.
The eagle alone avoids the storm
by flying above it."
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
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