Ride High
R-ide high above the clouds,
A-s the sky is blue;
N-ot for a single moment,
D-efeat won't come to
Y-ou.
P-ray for sweet victory,
A-sk God to beat the foe;
A-llow the win to bring
L-oss to fret or woe.
I-n eighteenth of September,
S-uccess shall never die;
B-ecause of your firm faith,
O-pen your wings to ride high.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2019
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