Commanding the Skies

There's a dawn breaking golden, a horizon that calls, the whispers of

Heaven ride high through it all. Wings of courage, hearts that rise, we were born

to lift, born to fly. Commanding the skies where freedom abides, where faith meets

the wind and the soul learns to rise. Through clouds or through calm,

our purpose to find, with strength and with grace, commanding the skies.

Storms may surround us, but never confine, the hope in our hearts is

the true power line. For every new sunrise, another chance to

climb, to see from above what was always divine. We don't just