Last One Gone

<br>from Into The Mystery<br>..............................................<br><br>When my grandfather spoke about the eagle <br>He would raise his face up to the sky<br>The sunlight reflecting on the water <br>And she flew so close as she passed by<br><br>But that?s just an old man?s story, that I have never seen<br><br>Cause rich men talked about the future<br>And big change was ringing in their ears<br>It?s a one cry slipping into silence <br>It was one voice never more to hear<br><br>The clatter of the dozers, <br>The smoke of the machine<br>The edge is getting closer all the time <br>The edge is getting closer all the time<br><br>So light, lightly on the wind<br>So far from where she?d always been<br>I saw as if I could have known<br>Leaving her home, flying alone <br>That was the last one gone <br><br>The last one gone<br><br>Gone, gone in all its glory <br>Gone and never said goodbye<br>Gone, just an old mans story <br>That was the last time she would fly<br><br>Fly, fly lightly on the wind,<br>Fly far, from where she?d always been<br>I saw, as if I could have known <br>Leaving her home, flying alone <br>That was the last one gone <br>The last one gone<br><br>That was the last time she would fly<br><br>Gone<br><br>..............................................<br><br>В© David Wilcox, all rights reserved