Madita

Thought the light is a thunder
Thought the light is a streatm
Thought the light will go under in my
Thought the line is a humbler
Thought the line is in green
Thought the line will go under in my
Dream I'm in
A sip of milk
Dreams they spin
Their own things
Dreams like sin
Early will
Dreams they spin, spin
Thought that I'm so much stronger
Thought that I'm standing still