I live in a clock and can hear the chime,
A reminder of all I've seen through time.
I've traveled far and I've traveled wide,
And I've seen what war can divide.
Is the future a mirror of the past?
Will nothing I do to change it last?
How can I stop what has been?
And how many will pay for my sin?
Through searching and combing,
I found this point after roaming,
A point where the future may change,
A point where everything has free range.
To save the world from a future blighted,
I've come to when we're all united,
And now the hope of the future I am training,
To change that which needs changing.
Will I be able to truly succeed?
Will I be able to to change it indeed?
Will I save the hope the future holds?
Or is it trapped, like a cake in a mold?
