Horses are creatures who  worship the  Earth Galloping on  feet of  ivory Con  strained by the wonder of  dying and  birth The  horses still  run, they are  free My body is merely the  shell of my  soul But the flesh must be  given it's  due Like a  pony that carries it's  rider back  home Like an  old friend who's  tried and been  true I  had a vision of  Eagles and Horses High on a  ridge in a  race with the  wind Going  higher and higher,  faster and  faster On  Eagles and  Horses, I'm  flying  again Eagles inhabit the  heavenly  heights They know neither  limits or  bounds They're the  guardian angels of  darkness and  light They  see all and  hear every  sound My spirit will never be  broken or  caught For the souls a  free flying  thing Like an  Eagle that needs neither  comfort nor  pause To  rise up on  glorious  wing I  had a vision of  Eagles and Horses High on a  ridge in a  race with the  wind Going  higher and higher,  faster and  faster On  Eagles and  Horses, I'm  flying  again Flying  again, I'm flying  again My body is merely the  shell of my  soul But the flesh must be  given it's  due Like a  pony that carries it's  master back  home Like an  old friend who's  tried and been  true My spirit will never be  broken or  caught For the souls a  free flying  thing Like an  Eagle that needs neither  comfort nor  pause To  rise up on  glorious  wing I  had a vision of  Eagles and Horses High on a  ridge in a  race with the  wind Going  higher and higher,  faster and  faster On  Eagles and  Horses, I'm  flying  again Flying  again, I'm flying  again Flying  again, I'm flying  again