Our forging furnace of excellence
W came in as children, matured infants!
With childish minds and shaky hands
Crying and requesting home, Nostalgias!
But consoled to stay; beaten to read always.
Staying for greatness, corners sorenes stone of moro!
Waking up early in the morning uncomfortable give.
Expecting more time to sleep with our frowning faces, we rise.
Under some cruel eyes, hating the bells and Superiors.
To rise, forced; to sleep, forced; to play, forced to work.
Our boarding houses, or forging furnace of excellence!
On my way to class; the four walls of wisdom,
Done thought ran through me; the need to conform.
We needed to be strong, day will not always be there by abiding by the rules; we strived ahead.
And doing the right things, we remain alive!
Being commanded as prisoners; today I understand!
To do what we are asked to do; today I understand!
The work and the labor; today I understand!
