Your voices

Роман Твилбард
Frozen fingers
Are drawing on glass
SomeTowns unknown
Where all my dreams
Are written on walls
 But I can be wrong
don`t you see
Number of ways
Just searching for  the one
its so hard to choose
 From thousands of lights


You are to follow me
In every silent dream
I hear your voices
My love is flying high
Please feel the latest try
Your  hopes
my choices

How many have been,
how many more will be
All that
circumstances
And Hidden under seven seals
 Strange rules
and secret sences
Through tons of problems
And Kilovats
And decibels
And groove of everyday
Thousands of lights
Calling not to stay