High above the city

In my own little place,

I can pretend anything I want,

And have all of the space.

Im a beautiful bird,

Flying high above the buildings,

Im a regal, royal queen,

Overseeing all I see.

High above the city

I watch the world go by.

But none realize

They’re being watched by my little eye.

People go on to play

And on to work they go

But I’m still high above the city

Wishing for someone to know.

But someone is above me

Above the world itself

And sees me in my place

My cave; my shelf.

He cares for my feelings.

He cares for my pretends

And the friendship that we have

I know never ends.

Although I never see him

Somehow I know he’s there.

When I tell him all about,

My worries and my cares.