Lyrics

Injured Eagle

  Old glory flies high again. It catches my eye again
  Every time when I go this way to work
  Old glory flies high again. It reminds me of my dear friend
  The one that I lost way back in the war
  We were just tryin to make it back, when we got caught up in a rocket attack
  I sent him to the foxhole on the left, I took the one on the right
  His foxhole took a hit and he died that day in that shallow pit
  But I'll see him in my dreams tonight

  I'm an injured eagle, defender of this land
  My words may not explain it in ways you'd understand
  I used to fly but now I try to hide these feelings that I have
  I'm an injured eagle, that's what I am

  Old glory flies high today. All the colors are bright today
  As they find the morning rays of sun
  Old glory flies high today. It reminds me of when I lost my way
  And how I've grown to the man that I've become
  I used to drink 'till I dropped, still those nightmares wouldn't stop
  All my heros gone and I felt guilt to be alive
  Then God opened up my eyes and made me finally realize
  That I could help other eagles fly

  I'm an injured eagle, defender of this land
  My words may not explain it in ways you'd understand
  I used to fly but now I try to hide these feelings that I have
  I'm an injured eagle, that's what I am

  Years flew by like autumn leaves, see how the blow
  When I met a lady in a train station down in New Mexico
  She told me how her dad survived way back in the war
  When I heard the words she said to me, it knocked me to my core

  She told me how her dad was caught in  a rocket attack one day
  And he wouldn't have survived the blast but a soldier jumped in the way
  That soldier was my dear friend Jim, I knew it right away
  And through all these years her dad helped many eagles fly again

  I'm an injured eagle,defender of this land
  My words may not explain it in ways you'd understand
  I used to fly but now I try to hide these feelings that I have
  I'm an injured eagle, that's what I am. I'm an injured eagle, that's what I am

  I'm an injured eagle, and I love this land

© Michael R. Casali 2017