We come from all different worlds of the universe

 we collide together like a comet reaching our stratosphere

 we are a part of the new world a new begging we began to grow to flourish like flowers

 we reach the unthinkable as we leave behind our old worlds

 so we can grow our own the world is wicked conniving as evil as the devil its self

 but our diversity, our differences, will make this broken world a better one

 each of us had to grow in a sick sick world

 wherever we looked walked ran or even talked there was death creeping upon us as the angel of death would bring us to our knees

 but our challenges within each other and ourselves said no we can fight

 we can make the most of it 

the angel of death took most of our lives away we couldn’t leave the house without a mask

 we couldn’t talk or hug anyone because we were at bay to the disease

 but one day we woke up and the disease was there

 but the death was fading away as our childhood would as soon as the time struck 10:00 on MAY 21

 the last and final moments of our old world 

to our new one we have beat the challenges

 we have accomplished what most would say was impossible

 our class our world was broken 

but we picked up the fallen pieces of each other and our world

  we made it stronger we made it through this 

through the sickness of the world, we conquered the angle of death 

we are no longer at bay of the disease

 the disease is baying at us slowly but surely our class has made it through the unthinkable

 our different worlds have made a whole new world with our challenges and differences 

our class are heroes are victorious

Now our whole new world begins