Black Cape

Every merit, every game,

That is where you lay

School is your life

Books are your treasures.

Your eyes hide beneath those thick
glasses

Your hair is always on braid

Those skinny arms holds the golds

And you want no other to hold.

Doing good, this what matters to you

This what directs you to your aim

This is how you play the game

You lead, you achieve, you fulfill.

Failure ne’er an option

For the game is a race against time

Every second one lit candle

Away from the reality you left behind.

For whomever you chose to be enslaved

This campus as your locked-up chamber

To be freed of the golden key

Attached in the neck of your far-placed
Black Cape.