SOUNDS' OF THE EAGLES'
Through the years' they soar like birds',
With their voices are sounds' of musical words'.
They cry out to those who would hear as they play,
The thoughts' In their minds, with a guitar they will
Smiles of emotion, on their faces each one,
All come together, apart they are none.
They all tell a story, of their lives as they sing,
Memories of the past, to the presence now they bring.
Don, Glen, Joe, and Timothy,
One, Two, Three, Four sounds' of the Eagles',
Are what they were born to be.