Fighting For My Stars

In the dark of night My way leads up to class Books and electronic lamp make my pack To study I say Or at least try Before dawn, I arise To the King I call That I may get my daily bread So fight I my battles Or at least try From the room, To the old reservoir I rush Not forgetting the bath queues to overcome I must be punctual at lectures Or at least try Afternoon, I trudge Faculty officer to dean HOD to academic adviser I must resolve other problems Or at least try Evening at Carver or NSLT Praying the word I eat my fill from His abundance I renew strength Or at least try The chorus of faith I sing with my mouth Of it my words make melody I live it with my life and sing of my heart Or at least try In all, I fear no hope And dream, not really trusting any dream For hope or dream or neither, I am fighting for my stars.