Far Away

On the back of the raven it flies,
On the wings of the eagle it soars.
Far away they go,
Those dreams that I adore.

But as I reach my hand up high,
They once again evade my grasp,
My heart sinks, the light fades,
And once again away they fly.

And how to reach them I know not,
For how to fly I have forgot.

But what is the importance of living,
If you lose the hope of ever finding,
That which was meant for you.

But for tonight I'll let them go,
And hope tomorrow's light will show,
The wings of the eagle and raven returning,
That which they stole and that I am yearning.