I don’t know what to say
I don’t know what to do

Your name will never parish
Your name will be recorded in the history of this school.
I remember the days when we were taught under the trees
The rains poured on us, the lesson stopped
The sun burnt us, the wind blew

I asked a question, “Why me?”
It’s because of my colour, my mind my image
I don’t know what to do

Always when it comes to me
Things will be incomplete resources, teaching aids

You’re the home
You’re the light
You’re the comforter
You gave us life

Why should I stop learning with pride?
This is our time to learn it’s our time to grab what is brought to us