Composer : Michael Gore/Dean Pitchford

An eagle's just another bird

Until he can spread his wings

A river is just a sheet of ice

'til winter turns to spring

And though the clouds may block the sun

Don't mean that it's left the sky

Just when you think you've seen it all

There's more that meets the eye

Like things I dream and things I feel

There's more to me than I reveal

And 'cause I shine in quiet ways

I'm someone you don't recognize

I'm a diamond in the rough

A dreamer in disguise

An eagle's just another bird

Until he can spread his wings