The classrooms have become dusty
Metal gates and tables are rusty
Oh! How I wish I was there
Giggling with girls and plaiting my hair
I still remember how I complained about the crowd
Though thinking back I am not so proud
I miss my teachers
I miss my basketball
I miss getting scolded
I miss being the exemplary student
But now I know I am not prudent
I just want to stand tall
For all my teachers who are working day and night
All this for our future fight