This reminds me of a song I wrote for my friend Beba when she was dying of cancer. The eagle was special to her also.
She is the Eagle
Home, home, home, home, home, home.....
The eagle she flies high, but now she's flying low take her home.
The eagle she's a mother she cares were you go, go home.
Home she's going home, high above the clouds looking down upon the world, she sees the way we are, she cries the way she is going home.
Come home, what do we come home to, come home.
Home, home, home, home, home, home, home................
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