I carry lots of things, which I am lucky to have

Everything in my youth I am “lucky to have”

But the luckiest thing is what I have least

The power in your voice, your right to speak

If I am yet to have any “real” responsibility

why do I feel the weight of the world you ruined on me?

What you call a burden, I call a release

Only with communication can there be peace

And no, I did not learn that in school

 

For what are grades when the books are lying?

What are these words everyone’s buying?

What is freedom? The eagles stopped flying.

What is life if no one’s trying?

I am told to sit and learn

Not to teach

No one wants to hear a child preach

But deep down I think everyone knows

We will soon reap what we’ve sown

The world is dying at our feet

And you’re worried about a GED?

The government now was given our same education

And still I see no liberation

All those years and up till now

And still recklessly they hunt for pow-

Were we always meant to be like this?

Sent to bed with no goodnight kiss?

Told to lay down in ignorant bliss

While they march off to shoot and miss

The goal that they so often twist

The eagles stopped flying.

 

It is time now to wake up from our slumber

To no longer carry this weight on our shoulders

To no longer carry your weight on my shoulders

To be free from this spell they’ve put us under

We shouldn’t spend the rest of our lives

Pouring over the archives

Endlessly searching for what went wrong

All the while continuing the song

Home of the free and home of the brave

Home of the people soon to be scathed

By the heat of their own ignorance

The eagles stopped flying.