I'm head starting the challenging life 12th grade decides my future strife. Herein lies the mystery of tomorrow Destiny of the mighty ship in my carefull row.
Not asking for incredible flourishing results But delivering support for my stupendous work. Not asking for imaginative unreachable marks But holding my hands to provide the best of myself. Not asking to pour elixir for hardwork devoid outcome But strolling me through the gates of earnestness. Not asking for your substitution in me But to confront me with your intrepid grace. Not asking for grade ten replica But lending me the same earnest virtue.
Help me ignore the incompatible watchers, To provide the least hope of comparing Falling in despair in other's successful fruits. But to help better and improvise my solitary results And shelter me in your house of modesty. No beneficial ranks but the submissive marks that lends a hair to my cognitive efforts To grant me light in the death of night.
Let me blossom as tranquily as the sunflower Yet not vanish in the glory of jubliation But gradually offer me petals And extend the reliance day by day. Mindful and heeding my compatible hardwork Finally, let me conquer the glamorous colour Of my utmost individuality. Rehabilating the small hopes intro pristine reality Aware of the hunger turning to lime light To strike a chord for my year before.
Take me on your hands, float me through legitimate mistakes, rip me apart in the wave of unquenchable thirst and finally wrap me out as a champion badge of jaded grade twelve.
Finally, Bless me God, provide eternal marvels Bless me God, honour the righteous path As the testimony of your judicious grace Bless me God, I'm starting life (grade twelve)