I Can Almost Hear Your Voice

Wandering in the night in restless strides, I can almost hear your voice

Sitting duck in a pale throne at night
In this PY streets, thinking about how my dreams
Fled the persecution of their glory
Within my existence am still dreaming
While stars above me are glistening
I am still listening, till the dew drops dropping
My late brother Willies words are still echoing
I am still hearing his voice, with a hollow pearly heart

Wandering in the night in restless strides I can almost hear your voice

Even on my restless strides, my ears are never wandering on a wonder
I can almost hear your voice my Lord
That's why I dont need this so called prophets
To prophesies anything for me and anything about me
I am still listening attentively Father through joys tears
Boats of sorrows and fragments of arrows
I am striving to live off the truth not through mere facts

Wandering in the night in restless strides, I can almost hear your voice

My father and my mothers words
Voice hold the water for thee
Their words comes fast as the warning alarm
Before my caution
I have elderly men spiritually and equipped with wisdom
For dominion as friends
Whom I was attracted by the wit in them
Whose wise voice words
I can almost hear everywhere I go as my guardian angels

Wandering in the night in restless strides, I can almost hear your voice