Touch the Sky

Flying high up in the sky,
Watch the hawk that reaches high.
You rise, you fall, you see it all,
The sky must be your royal hall.
You rule it from so high above,
You do the thing that I would love,
To fly away escape from here,
Fly from everything I fear.
Your home is there I'm trapped below,
Watching your wonderful show.
You fly up there down here I sigh,
You're not afraid to touch the sky.