When Eagles Cry
by Cheryl Sproat Huston

The first time that the eagle cried,
Was Homecoming ’73,
When American POW’s went home,
But the plane left without me.

The next time that the eagle cried,
Was  in April of ’75,
When they said that everyone was home,
And none were left alive.

Four years later when one went home,
We heard the eagle cheer,
We knew that he would tell them all,
There’s still Americans here!

With every year that passes,
We try to keep hope alive,
But every year it’s harder,
And so the eagle cries.

While any eagle flies in chains,
The tears like raindrops fall,
To be forgotten and denied,
After answering America’s call.

So many years have come and gone,
They’ve left us here to die,
How can they just ignore the sound?
Can’t they hear the eagle cry?