Oh What a Set
Oh! What a set
Why did they begin to change
I can remember the first person I met Michael was his name
Augustine Henry!! The principal would call
Here I am!! Was always his response
Why have your set decided to fall?
Silence and confusion were his response.
A set with great and noble men,
But surrounded by uncertainties.
A set with brave and prestigious men,
Yet, they can't escape difficulties.
SPACO! SPACO! I screamed,
When will all this come to an end!
Oh! I forgot I was talking to myself
But I think I should ask again.
Now that we have parted ways,
Would I be remembered for anything??
I wish I could go back to my old days,
At least, just to correct something.
I can hear the walls speaking to me.
They speak in a voice so low.
Can anyone hear what they're saying to me?
Of course no! Their voices are so low.
They speak words of love and encouragement.
They speak sense into the deepest part of me.
They speak good about my days in SPACO.
They speak truth about my set.
Yes! We came as strangers.
Yes! We met as friends.
Yes! We lived as brothers.
Yes! We left as a family.
My towel get soaked with tears,
On a warm evening of reminisce on our old days.
May God protect us throughout the years,
And give us the strength to run our race.
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