I could be to you like the dew upon the rose; the blade of the grass or as the face of the sword I could be the blisters on your skins or the venom of the black mamba; I am not black I am only human.
I could be to you like the dew upon the rose; the blade of the grass or as the face of the sword I could be the blisters on your skins or the venom of the black mamba; I am not black I am only human.