In a world of this class
Things to come and that was
Life that has come to pass
Let us not relive the past

Do not be encased in the past
Do not aim to be the last
We might aim for things to last
We aim to have a blast

But not all goes right
Left without a fight
Blinded with great light
Seem to feel great fright

To my limit, I go past
I fight for a future to last
Sealed inside a glass
I fight to break the glass