Oh, who is she, the struggling schoolgirl fair,

Whose days are filled with toil and strife and care!

She rises early with the breaking dawn,

And studies late until the night is gone.

Her books are worn, her pencils dull and frayed,

Her eyes are tired, her mind is sore dismayed,

Yet still she labors on with all her might,

Determined to succeed and win the fight.

For in her heart, there burns a holy fire,

A spark of hope that never will expire,

That whispers softly to her troubled soul,

“Be strong, be brave, and you will reach your goal.”

And though the road ahead may seem so long,

And though the trials she faces may be strong,

She knows that in the end, she’ll rise above,

And claim the victory that’s born of love.

So let us raise a cheer for her today,

The struggling schoolgirl on her weary way,

And pray that God will guide her steps aright,

And lead her safely to the land of light.