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 than 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.