Wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I would not run I would not walk

You would stare and stand 

As I flew down into your hand

If I had the wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I would not argue I would not talk

You'd be there and understand

As I flapped my wings flew to your hand

If I had the wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I'd fly up high and feel tall

I'd spread my wings circle above it all

Until all those big things start to feel small

If I had the wings of a hawk

If I had the wings of a hawk

I would not cry I would not balk

At all the things that cannot be

When I see you and you see me

If I had the wings of a hawk