I often Dream of Dancing, With Eagles in the Sky, Of chasing Thunder through the Clouds, Such wondrous dreams have I. Of Snow-capped Mountains beneath my Wings, The Ocean far below. So high that Day becomes the Night, And Stars begin to Glow. I often Dream of Dancing, With Eagles in the Sky. Of gliding close to Heaven, These Visions such have I. Of flying high above the Earth, Where Peace is known to grow. To soar above among the Birds, I Dream of this to know. My Dreams are but Dreams and Dreams they’ll always Be, I’ll never rise and touch the Sky, But in my Dreams I’ll see. I often Dream of Dancing, With Eagles in the Sky, And dare to Dream that one Day, The Eagles Dance With Me. Written shortly after September 11th, 2001 after standing outside in the quiet of the night.