Do you hear that?
Don't you hear that mournful cry?
The eagle: she's hurt, wounded by the division of her people.
She searches desperately for someone to unite them once again.
Will she succeed?
Will her people unite again as one nation under God?
Many of her people have learned to use their freedom to hurt and make
afraid;
they claim their enumerated rights to make themselves superior to
others.
And others waste their resources living artificial lives of vanity,
while nearby wounded souls struggle to survive.
Her young are no longer taught to fly,
but instead learn to fear, to abase, to disgrace.
She watches sadly as joyful love fades into feud,
leaving the young tossed from house to house according to legal
decrees.
Doesn't it tug at your heart when you see her teardrops fall
as she witnesses another American die at the hands of a fellow citizen
or even by his own hand after giving up on a life made hard by those
who should have cared?
Confused, at a loss, she searches further
for those who'll help unite her people.
for those who'll help unite her people.
Now she’s turned her head, she’s looking straight at us,
waiting, hoping that we’ll give her the nod to say we’ll help.
Can we ignore her plea?
Can we pretend we don’t see?
It will take great effort by you and me.
We will have to change ourselves,
focus less on “me” and more on “we,”
less on agendas and more on the truth,
less on what we want and more on what we should do.
So what will we choose? How do we respond?
She’s waiting, watching for our signal.
Let's make that eagle proud, heal her heart, and help her soar again.
Let’s give her our nod of support.
Then let’s go to work.
America (the eagle) is in our hands!