Stories of a boy.

Many nights has passed since the day you spread your wings and now flies free in the sky, you my beautiful bird. I know I've not followed the words of the lord and I don't expect any salvation from Him or anyone else, but I can't help dreaming of the day when my prayers will be heard and you'll once again be by my side. That you'll see me here on the ground, underneath the clouds you are ruling in the glorious sky above.