Bringing Back The Good Days

I look up to my childhood sky
When innocence was a friend
I saw sheeps flying high
I counted grains of sand

Those were good days
And that's something I don't hide
Visions of an old man
Looking for a child inside

Divine moment
That pushes me inside
Send your signal
I want to free the wings of mind

This can't be bad
This is very true
My soul is open
Waiting for something from you