Our Own Kind
For who or what I write to, I hope the divine carries my message to you.
Me? Do not fret. He watches over me.
To this, I believe, I have run out of time. Go now, for you have the world at your hands.
Me? Do not fret. He watches over me.
To this, I believe, I have run out of time. Go now, for you have the world at your hands.