When I think about my past
It makes me feel like I'm last
No matter how much I try
It's never going to dry
When I think about today
I'm sure there's still a way
For me to prove the world wrong
Even in the midst of throng
When I think about tomorrow
I know there's no need to borrow
What will eventually become mine
Should there be no goldmine
When I think about the future
It come across like an aperture
That illuminates every darkside in me
To give light to others around me.
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