Tildas

A little voice is loose again Its cage is waving flags that rots the insides You'll find your own Sense Of living With hope that we are inclined So help us all Be in the moment And it carries us Home Not lucifers poem So wait, it could take a minute I'll lived on the breaking side of hope Bent back and stoned Home And all places all unknown You're happy when you spin Around And animals you've found Answer baluba's call The side walking dead That have become my friends I prе-sent To you And there's your glass of milk And if thеy give you too little Send it back