None Can Own The Skies!

None can own the skies 'tis the open field for falcons and for flies hold your thread but fast ‘tis not that much fragile Strength is not in thread In our fingers' hold hope can always last to fight with evil vile just think it in your mind the ways we always find kites fly but on the blows and stars do never laugh we open these our eyes and never keep them close the kite with its thread one can own and hold the seven folds and layers of skies are never theirs with all the claims and cares in the estate of God we all have our due shares!