Don't cry when I fly high
‘Cos that's God's purpose
To bring me nigh
To Him and bestow on me solace.
Don't grow green with envy
When my students shine during school experience
‘Cos on them grants a bevy
Of blessings in every circumstance.
Don't get surprised when in silence
I worship my Creator
Whose wish on balance
Is to be always my mediator.
Don't get downhearted
When fortunes go sour in a moment
To upset your much coveted
Dream with a temporary torment.
Don't lose hope, dear
‘Cos God loves you more
Than you'll ever believe. He's curing your fear
To fill with joy your heart's core.
Don't dare to lose hope
‘Cos your best days are around the corner
To pour graces in every slope
You navigate for you're neither a loner nor a gonner.
Don't dare take away that life
‘Cos it is a loan from God
In spite of the rife strife
You endure. In God's eyes, you're pure gold.
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