Every merit, every game,
That is where you lay
School is your life
Books are your treasures.
Your eyes hide beneath those thick
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