I am the Eagle

I soar through the sky,
confused at where I'm at.
When it rains I begin to cry,
thinking of all the things I regret.

I am the eagle,
and it's so hard to survive.
Giving pain should be illegal,
and I wonder why I'm still alive.

I'm a slave to nature,
I don't know where to go.
If I died this night,
no one would ever know.

I'm clouded by the fog,
my mind distorted by the wind.
My heart deluded by the smog,
sorrow looks at me with a grin.

Not many accept me,
but the mountains and trees.
Some say I'm free,
but there's this pain no one else sees.

I hide from thunder,
but I'm not afraid to die.
Some times I really begin to wonder,
as I sweep across the sky.
If I'm really going under,
If i should really say goodbye.

I am the eagle,
despair in every feather.
I am the eagle,
flying, comparing life to the weather.