4:00 p.m.
November 27, 2018
The world
Isn’t yours
Nor is it mine
But still
It is our job
To make gold out of it
This is my calling
To grab hold of you
And tell you
Nothing is promised
But I hope
you’ll promise some of it
To yourself
November 27, 2018
The world
Isn’t yours
Nor is it mine
But still
It is our job
To make gold out of it
This is my calling
To grab hold of you
And tell you
Nothing is promised
But I hope
you’ll promise some of it
To yourself