We are seeds dispersed in a place unknown, Where dreams start to bloom. Hard work is the tool, And prayer is the shield. We entered her portals, Like sojourners in the night. Walking through from the main gate, After the bus left its dust, Will hope and faith in sight. The soils of opportunity are tirelessly toiled, In the door of wisdom, we entered with faith, The scrolls of knowledge are read wholeheartedly. To the counsels of the wise, we listened enthusiastically, In the midst of knowing, th
